Xiang Jiu circulated Witch Power throughout his body, intending to wrench the Long Halberd free and fight again. But Lu Feng seemed to have swallowed an iron scale weight, his resolve utterly unshakable. He clung to the shaft, refusing to let go even as the Witch Power shook his arms like drooping willows in the wind.
Although his strength was no match for Xiang Jiu's, he could move with the Long Halberd and restrict his opponent's movements as much as possible.
Seeing roughly what Lu Feng intended, Xiang Jiu sneered disdainfully. "Just the Clone Technique. Their attack power is laughable. What does it matter if they hit me? The bodies of our Witch Clan scorn attacks like these."
By now, the clones had closed in. Seeing his plan succeed, Lu Feng sneered in turn. "Who said I was attacking with the Mystic Technique?"
The moment he spoke, Xiang Jiu suddenly sensed something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Inside the dozen or so clones, true qi circulated just like Witch Power. What they unleashed with raised hands were not the Mystic Technique, but witchcraft.
"Weakness Spell!" "Petrification Spell!" "Slowness Spell!" "Disorder Spell!"
Over the past two years, the High Priest had sent not only battle witches in to fight Lu Feng, but quite a few spell witches as well.
Having suffered from it once, whenever Lu Feng encountered a spell witch, he let his opponent exhaust every spell before going all out to win the battle. Without realizing it, he had learned more than a dozen spells.
Although these spells had no direct attack power, they could greatly weaken an opponent or strengthen their caster.
The greatest difficulty in casting witchcraft was hitting the opponent. But with his Long Halberd restrained, Xiang Jiu's movements were restricted as well,