A vast spiritual pressure, as immense as a tidal wave, crashed down, filling every inch of space.
The first to bear the brunt was the burly man in black.
He felt as though an invisible sledgehammer had slammed into his brain. Golden sparks danced before his eyes, and thin trails of blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
The four black-robed figures seemed trapped in an invisible mire. Their movements all faltered, and even the air seemed to thicken like mercury.
But they were all Grandmaster-level beings. Though momentarily stunned, they didn't lose their composure.
Each stirred their spiritual power, barely managing to withstand the invisible impact.
"So it's just spiritual suppression... You think that makes you invincible?!"
Once the burly man recovered, he let out a low growl, breaking the stalemate first.
The slender black-robed figure drifted backward, chanting an eerie incantation.
The enormous phantom of the coiled Snake Spirit behind them suddenly swelled,
casting a ghostly glow.
A slick, dark barrier enveloped the other three.
At that very moment, a glint of cold light tore through the air. The Invisible Needle had arrived without a sound!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of crisp impacts rang out. The psychic needles, which should have been able to pierce anything, were blocked by both the dark barrier and the Snake Spirit phantom!
The phantom rippled violently and grew thin,
but the pool of sinister blood on the ground suddenly boiled. Gurgling energy surged upward,
and in an instant, it restored the Snake Spirit phantom, making it solid again and stopping the follow-up attacks.
"Psychic weapons—he's a Psychic Master! Attack his real body!"
The burly man roared and drew a grotesque Blood-Veined Samurai Sword from behind him.
A fanged demon's mouth at the hilt snapped open, greedily sucking at the