Yet the resolute gaze in his eyes was filled with unyielding defiance.
At a juncture like this, when life and death met head-on, retreat... meant death.
Sun Wenyuan's Nascent Soul, on the other hand, had turned illusory all over after trading a blow head-on. Clearly, it had not fared well either.
The Nascent Soul's expression had also become increasingly ugly.
"What? You are only at the Golden Core stage, yet your Spiritual Sense is so immense? And you even... possess a method of Spiritual Sense Attack?!"
Before his words had even faded, the Nascent Soul saw another tiny Spiritual Sense sword appear between Su Shi'er's brows, and hesitation flashed through its eyes.
Previously, though it had broken free from the Soul Locking Chain, its three souls had been injured. Having only just escaped, the Nascent Soul had not had time to replenish its spiritual power.
Then Sun Wenyuan's chest had been wounded, his life force extinguished, forcing the Nascent Soul to expend a great deal of spiritual source energy to save him.
At this moment,
after exchanging one move, the Nascent Soul still had some strength left. But seeing Su Shi'er's vicious expression, it was clear he was no easy target either.
If they continued fighting and the Nascent Soul sustained further injuries, then even if it killed Su Shi'er, it would inevitably lose all ability to protect itself. Once the melee began, it would absolutely become the target of everyone from the Phantom Star Sect.
The Nascent Soul hovered in midair, its little face unusually grave. In the span of a thought, it swiftly weighed the pros and cons.
"Good! Not only can someone at the Golden Core stage wield a specialized Spiritual Sense Attack, but you even possess such immense Spiritual Sense. You have truly surprised me!"
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