"What kind of spider is this?" Amid the spiritual light, Feng Hao's face was now stricken with terror.
At first, he had thought the spider apparition was a spiritual phantom conjured by a spirit treasure, something he could easily shatter. But when he actually unleashed his wind arts and sent them sweeping outward, he could not break it apart at all.
Worse still, strands of flute music were now winding around his heart, making figures of old acquaintances appear before his eyes. He could not dispel them, and they severely disrupted his concentration. Even his middle seventh stage divine soul was greatly affected.
The spell formed from his condensed true essence loosened, gathered, then loosened again, while his body kept twisting. At that moment, he could not even tell what was real and what was false.
Several breaths passed before he managed to form even half a spell. Agony wracked his body, and the enormous magical seal overhead was already bearing down on him.
His expression changed drastically in fright. He hurriedly activated his wind core again, and the spiritual saber within it flared once more.
A ring of saber intent spread outward, and the dazzling spiritual light erupted in a powerful spiritual blast. Only by this nearly self-mutilating method did he recover from the flute music.
Feng Hao was also a veteran with extensive experience in magical combat. The instant he broke free, he slapped his own storm spirit body.
Storm true essence surged at once, transforming into several wind blades that shot upward.
They became sharp swords, saber blades, spears, and axes—a full thousand kinds of weapons, their momentum immense.
Judging by their spiritual might, any one of them could undoubtedly tear a Spirit Transformation cultivator apart with ease. Yet even those thousand spiritual phantoms could not rend