(The chapter title was wrong again... The New Year had only just passed, and I still didn't seem to have fully recovered...)
Golden light and black cloud clashed. At the slightest contact, the black cloud broke apart and hastily retreated.
But once Tang Changsheng made his move, how could he let it escape so easily? He gave a cold laugh and fired another handful of Magnetic Thunderbolts. Thunder roared, and the black cloud shattered once more.
"This Earthfire Primordial Spirit is far too weak. No, wait..."
As Tang Changsheng stared in disbelief, realization struck. He had been too cautious. "Of course. Where would this world find so many Yin Spirit masters?"
After all, someone who had cultivated an Earthfire Primordial Spirit might only be at the Yin Spirit level, but in combat, they could nearly rival a Yang Spirit True Person.
No matter how powerful Magnetic Thunderbolts were, how could they dispose of such a person so easily?
Yet this supposed Earthfire Primordial Spirit was far too weak. Its temperature could not have exceeded a thousand degrees...
So when he saw the black cloud unable to fight back at all under the Protector King Divine General's assault, he understood at once. What Earthfire Primordial Spirit? What Flame Primordial Spirit? This black cloud was nothing but an empty shell!
"Damn it, that gave me a fright. Even in the Age of Dharma's Decline, astonishing arts keep appearing. To think someone could imitate a Flame Primordial Spirit... No, perhaps it's some kind of Treasured Artifact..."
Tang Changsheng cursed inwardly, embarrassed enough to be angry. It was like spotting a length of straw rope on the road, mistaking it for a venomous snake, and then growing furious once he realized his mistake.
"Damn you and your Earthfire Primordial Spirit!" Tang Changsheng sneered. The