As expected, even burrowing underground was completely useless. This Clown's Spirit Art effect was downright unfair.
Weimeng curled up inside the dark, cramped underground tunnel, his expression half struggle, half confusion as he thought this to himself.
For now, he could still barely maintain most of his consciousness.
But this state would not last much longer.
Because Sainsai's mental attacks would steadily intensify with his words and the passage of time.
In Weimeng's view, if he kept forcing himself to dig deeper, his sense of self would shatter before he could leave the range of Sainsai's mental attack.
Thus, at this very moment, Weimeng had effectively fallen completely within Sainsai's casting range, with no chance left of escaping this prison of ability.
And yet, even so, the blazing fighting spirit in the Rat Master Hunter's eyes did not fade.
After all, maneuvering and wearing down his opponent underground had merely been the most ideal scenario he had envisioned. Whether it could be achieved or not did not affect Weimeng's true strategy for facing the battle.
In truth, Weimeng had long since confirmed the possibility of his own victory in his mind.
Although that possibility was extremely slim, it still existed before Weimeng's eyes!
Since the maneuvering tactic could not be realized now, then he might as well confront his opponent head-on!
With that thought, the Rat Master Hunter immediately opened his resolute eyes, and his curled-up body sprang into action once more.
The Branding-Iron Clown swiftly descended onto the surface, his arms still raised high and his posture still devout as he continued unleashing his ferocious mental assault upon the target belowground.
The essence of Sainsai's Innate Spirit Art was to use his own "inner voice" as the medium for casting, with a range of one kilometer, directly pouring the