"Yun Feng, didn't we hit him a little too hard?"
Xiao Wu looked at Zhao Wuji lying on the ground and asked nervously.
Yun Feng shook his head and laughed.
"He's a Spirit Saint, and he hasn't even used a Spirit Skill yet."
He glanced at the incense stick on the ground nearby.
At that moment, it had only burned down by a third.
Yet during their earlier combined assault, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had gone all out, using every trick they had.
After thinking for a moment, Yun Feng did not act immediately.
The Blue Silver Grass parasitizing Zhao Wuji was swiftly withdrawn by Tang San. He did not want his Blue Silver Grass to be blown apart by his opponent again. Although Blue Silver Grass did not consume much Soul Power, having it repeatedly destroyed still placed a considerable drain on Tang San's own Soul Power.
Zhao Wuji braced both arms against the ground and pulled his head out.
Yun Feng and the others had not examined him closely before, but now they could finally see what he looked like after Martial Soul Possession.
Zhao Wuji's entire body was covered in thick brown fur. He had grown to over two and a half meters tall, his muscles bulging all over. His tawny eyes radiated an overbearing aura as seven Spirit Rings continuously pulsed around his body.
Good heavens, this was his complete form?
Yun Feng was actually rather surprised when he saw Zhao Wuji like this.
After all, going from being shorter than Tang San to becoming like this in an instant proved one thing.
Perhaps Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul had been suppressing his body. How else could it be explained?
After all, when Yun Feng's Blue Silver Grass had evolved into the Blue Silver