Victory and Fang Biya's Resolve

Fang Biya knew it was a spell Huo Hai had cast. What she hadn't expected was that a Spell Spirit Master who used insects to cast spells could wield one that affected the mind.

"Right, there are plenty of mind-affecting insects. Little Butterfly is one of them. But how can he control so many different kinds?" A Spell Spirit Master could generally cast only the type of spells associated with the Source Spirit Treasure they had fused with.

That didn't mean they couldn't use other spells. Those spells were simply awkward to cast and too weak to be of much use. Only as their strength grew could they gradually break that restriction. For someone in the Spirit Practitioner Realm, though, the rule was practically ironclad. Yet Huo Hai had used a mind-affecting spell with ease.

That meant he could use mind-affecting insects to cast spells. Or perhaps he could cast spells through butterflies. What Huo Hai had brought out earlier was a pair of butterfly wings. That was what Fang Biya found hardest to understand.

Unfortunately, understanding it would not have helped her. Huo Hai's Mental Power was too strong, and the quality of his spiritual energy was too high. Even though he was unfamiliar with casting spells, the one he had poured half his spiritual energy into was terrifyingly powerful.

Fang Biya struggled, but her body would not move, and her mind could not break through the spell. She had no idea how much time had passed before the scene around her began to blur. Thank goodness. The spell was about to fade. She did not know why, but she could hardly ask for better.

When Fang Biya came fully to her senses, she found herself still holding the same pose. Her spiritual energy, however, was exhausted. Weakness washed