Little Friend, This Old Man Has Something to Say!

Jiang Li moved incredibly fast and struck with tremendous force. After exchanging over a hundred moves with the White Bone General, he had actually fought it to a standstill.

"Is this a Primordial Spirit cultivation technique, or a martial skill?"

A hint of gravity entered Jiang Li's eyes.

His attacks repeatedly passed through his opponent.

His opponent could freely shift between tangible and intangible forms.

"This is close to the Zhao Kingdom. We have to end this quickly, or a Third Grade expert from the Zhao Kingdom will arrive."

With that thought, Jiang Li feinted an attack at the White Bone General.

Bone-Melting Palm!

The terrifying shockwave was like a violent gale, raising waves dozens of meters high.

His attack missed again.

Yet while the White Bone General shifted from solid to intangible, Jiang Li slipped past it and charged straight at Yang Ling.

The most effective way to deal with Primordial Spirit techniques like this was to directly attack the opponent's physical body!

"You really think I'm a pushover!"

Rather than retreat, Yang Ling advanced. He activated all three internal arts and raised his saber to slash!

Spirit Suppression!

The White Bone General instantly appeared beside Yang Ling and joined the battle, making it two against one!

Jiang Li fell into another deadlock. He had not expected that after his opponents used Primordial Spirit methods, their physical bodies could still move. This was completely different from the Primordial Spirit methods he had heard of!

Yang Ling slashed Jiang Li again and again. Sparks flew whenever the blade struck the insect armor covering Jiang Li's body, leaving only saber marks about an inch deep.

And those saber marks healed at a visible rate.

"Such insane defense? I wonder if I can become a spirit armor master."

The thought flashed through