Boom!
With a dull thud, the burly man crashed to the ground. Fang Qianyuan showed no mercy, driving another heavy palm strike into his back.
The man's breastbone snapped with a sharp crack.
The cheers and applause around them grew even more fervent.
Fang Qianyuan, however, knitted his brows. Just as I thought. No spirit creatures?
For some reason, a hollow feeling suddenly welled up inside him, as though he had forgotten something important.
And his current predicament was indeed extremely unfavorable.
Spirit creatures were, after all, the foundation of a Spirit Tamer's power. Without their support, he could not use his divine abilities, spells, or other marvelous powers.
Fang Qianyuan did not know why things had turned out this way. He could only guess that it had something to do with his opponent's ability.
It should be an illusion, but it doesn't seem like an ordinary one...
What could it be?
As Fang Qianyuan pondered, he looked across to the other side.
Another burly man just like the first was dragged in. The cheering continued around them, the atmosphere feverish.
"Kill!"
Freed from his shackles, the man lunged at him like a wild beast released from its cage.
You think I'm helpless against them just because you've sealed off my spirit creatures? Trying to kill me with weaklings like these? Dream on!
Although Fang Qianyuan knew little about such divine abilities and spells, he knew they depended on the willpower and experience of both sides.
They could not kill out of thin air. They still needed mental power as their foundation, combined with various illusions to keep weakening the opponent and replenishing the user before they could achieve the desired effect.
As long as he held fast to his true self, the enemy could do nothing to him.
Now