Karma Mirror Nine Hells

Yuan Rong seemed to have made a move, and yet seemed not to have.

In Hanyu's eyes, Yuan Rong had charged at the purple qi with a thunderous display of force, only to be sent flying back by it.

The evil-ghost manifestation had charged inside, but a manifestation that enormous had vanished into it like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Was that it? Gone?

It hadn't made so much as a sound?

Hanyu stared at the purple qi, his guard instantly rising to its highest.

This was someone even more terrifying than Di Liuxin!

"That should be his manifestation."

The Artifact Spirit spoke too, his expression grave.

But his manifestation was downright bizarre. It was actually a mass of purple qi.

It was bizarre indeed, and it had Yuan Rong gnashing his teeth in fury.

That thing looked formless and intangible. Even knowing his opponent had vanished into the purple qi, Yuan Rong could hardly do anything about him.

The instant his manifestation entered the purple qi, his opponent had seized control of it. Now Yuan Rong had lost all contact with it; it had probably already crumbled away inside.

"Old schemer!"

Yuan Rong couldn't help cursing. Black, frigid power surged out like a tide, pounding toward the purple qi as if to scatter it.

But though the power went in, it shot out from the far side of the purple qi, as if it had struck empty air.

The next moment, the purple qi surged toward him and spread all around Yuan Rong. Before he could react, a figure coalesced within it and swiftly struck at his back. The attack came with overwhelming force, and Yuan Rong took a heavy blow, right between the shoulder blades. He nearly spat blood on the spot.

When he whipped around,