"He actually landed a hit. His strength seems decent."
As Fang Ming was sent flying, Fang Qianyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and soothingly hugged Little Moon, the white cat whose fur had bristled at the assault of light and sound.
This light and sound were no ordinary phenomena, but effects produced by divine abilities and spells. To enhance their power, Fang Ming had even taken secret elixirs that inflicted considerable damage on his body, and used the Warrior Hall's arts to transform himself into a mutated thunder spirit radiant body.
This spell could intensely stimulate a living creature's sensory organs and seal off its perception. Against spirit creature manifestations whose bodies were condensed from spirit essence, its interference was especially potent.
Fang Qianyuan was not at all surprised by Little Moon's reaction. What did surprise him was how easily Luo Qing had broken Fang Ming's spell.
Either she possessed extraordinary perception herself, or she had exploited her spirit creature's traits.
Regardless, breaking this move so easily was enough to demonstrate her capabilities.
Fang Ming still wore a look of shock after being driven back, but this alone could have been due to luck. His opponent had ample combat experience and might have caught his movements the instant she lost her sight.
Thus, Fang Ming instantly adjusted his posture, landed steadily, and swiftly charged from another direction, attempting to turn heaven and earth around.
But just then, a strange power enveloped the entire hall. Fang Ming instantly felt as though he had been wrapped in a dense mass of water, and an immense resistance bore down on him.
Beyond the perception of ordinary people, white mist had begun swirling around them at some unknown point, covering a space several dozen feet across. The mist resembled white clouds in the sky, and