Fierce Battle

Feeling a stabbing pain shoot through his back, Zheng Que immediately turned and struck out with his palm.

This time, he did not use the [United Heart Ghost Hand], but an utterly ordinary palm strike.

The palm force was condensed; as True Essence surged, it formed a pure-white palm imprint in midair, whipping up a howling wind as it slammed down with near-solid substance.

Yet just as the pure-white palm imprint was about to touch the Fierce Soul parasitized by the Belly Specter, the Fierce Soul's figure suddenly vanished.

BOOM!!!

With a tremendous crash, the pure-white palm imprint struck a nearby cliff. The ground shook at once, rocks rolled everywhere, countless grasses, trees, and fallen leaves flew through the air, while dust and sand rustled down, staining the blood mist a murky gray-black.

Half a corner of the low cliff collapsed, and surging mud and sand at its base washed out an unfamiliar terrain.

His strike having missed, Zheng Que swept his sleeve to brush away the dust rushing at his face. Just as he was about to attack again, a sudden pain without warning pierced the left side of his neck.

CLANG!

The clash of metal rang out again. The Fierce Soul's blue-black claws had once more gouged at his neck.

But just as before, Zheng Que's entire body was now covered by the [Golden Cicada Armor]. The Fierce Soul's claw, which could previously pierce a chest and tear out a heart with ease, could only make Zheng Que feel pain now; it could not breach the defense over his body, and sparks even burst from its claw tips.

This was the [Vital Essence Withering-Prospering Art]!

Even though the foundation of the soul puppet he currently controlled was quite ordinary, under the augmentation of this technique, his cultivation, arts,