Mi Xiaolin could not understand it, and Sandru had not really figured it out either.
He could feel the mental seed he had implanted still tearing away inside Chu Ge's Soul Sea without stopping. How had Chu Ge regained the ability to move? If his technique had truly been broken, he should have suffered backlash.
Of course, Chu Ge had devoted a large amount of soul power to suppressing it, allocating only a little to controlling his body. That was already enough.
So what if he could not use spells or flying swords? Did that mean he could not beat you?
As an Esper specializing in soul control, once Sandru's direct mental control failed, he could only rely on controlling other objects to fight. In terms of his own body, he was actually more fragile than an ordinary person.
Having dealt with Mi Xiaolin's sneak attack, Chu Ge did not pause for a single step, charging toward Sandru like an arrow.
Sandru reanimated the scrap metal on the ground, sending a jumble of little figures swarming up to tear at Chu Ge while he kept retreating.
Braving the little metal figures' tearing attacks, Chu Ge charged straight ahead, crossing the dozens of meters of walkway and closing in within moments.
Sandru's pale eyes slowly turned scarlet. "You forced me to do this..."
"Roar!" A deep dragon's cry came from the lower hold behind him.
Violent sound waves struck from behind. Chu Ge instinctively crossed his arms in front of himself. As the sound waves swept past, his sleeves and trouser legs were shredded, and even his exposed muscles bore white scratches.
The sound waves blasted Chu Ge several steps backward. Their power was actually far greater than John's!
Where had the sound waves come from? Where had that dragon's cry