The claw strike slammed into the light barrier with a dull boom.
Ripples of energy burst outward, shaking the surrounding aquatic plants wildly and churning up the mud and sand on the lakebed.
But in a head-on clash, Luo Yichuan was simply no match for Feng Jinyan.
He grunted, his body shuddering violently as the powerful impact forced him back against the rock behind him, leaving him in an even sorrier state.
"Brother Lin, save me!"
At this point, Luo Yichuan no longer cared about appearances and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Feng Jinyan's expression shifted slightly.
The instant Luo Yichuan's cry for help faded-
"Bzz!"
An invisible, intangible, yet incomparably sharp mental assault suddenly shot out from the concealing shadows like a venomous needle that had long been poised to strike.
The attack was incredibly precise, aimed straight at the Sea of Consciousness between Feng Jinyan's brows.
It was astonishingly fast and came without warning. Even Feng Jinyan failed to react.
This was Lin Ke's Divine Mill!
He knew full well how formidable Feng Jinyan was. Winning a head-on confrontation would be difficult, and even if he could win, he would have to expend quite a few means and risk unforeseen complications.
Thus, he chose a mental attack-the most elusive and difficult to guard against, and the most likely to settle everything in a single blow.
He did not know how strong Feng Jinyan's soul was, but the whole point of this sudden attack was to catch him unawares.
As it turned out, his choice was absolutely correct.
Feng Jinyan's entire attention was fixed on Luo Yichuan, who seemed like a turtle already trapped in a jar. He had never anticipated this lethal ambush from the shadows.
By the time he sensed a danger great enough to