Feather Spirit Fan
Just then, Meng Chen suddenly flung the fan into the air. In the blink of an eye, it expanded several times over, and a suffocating aura faintly emanated from it.
Everyone was startled. Why did it feel so much like the aura of a Chaos Spirit Item?
Yu Bo Yi and the others looked increasingly grave. They were loath to see their suspicions become reality.
They were also deeply vexed by this opponent who had appeared out of nowhere. He was so powerful—could he have come for the Witch Spirit Sword too?
They had no way of knowing and could only watch the battle between the two sides with apprehension.
In the arena, the Blazing Storm seemed to lose some of its momentum beneath the enormous fan.
Zheng Shi'an couldn't help frowning. That fan seemed to have him completely under control. What was it?
Seeing his bewildered expression, Meng Chen smiled faintly and explained, "This is the Feather Spirit Fan. It seems to be just a little higher in rank than your flute, which is why it suppresses you."
"But I know your flute has room to grow. If it ever has the chance to evolve into a Chaos Insight, and you pair it with the notes you play, it would be incredibly powerful. Even with your current strength, you might still pose a threat to me. But right now, you're simply too weak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful wave of soul energy burst from the fan, suppressing more than half of the Blazing Storm's aura!
Zheng Shi'an's heart sank. He said nothing, his face cold. He hadn't expected his proudest attack to be completely useless against this man.
For someone who had always been confident in his strength, this made him suddenly begin