How underhanded.
In that split second, Yue Wen had no time to unleash any particularly powerful supernatural powers in response. He struck back with a Divine Light Art.
Whoosh-
The Divine Light Art could not only temporarily suppress an opponent's senses, but also counter evil spirits. And as a minor divine ability, it could be cast instantly, without any preparation.
A brilliant burst of white light exploded amid the mass of black hair that was about to close around him!
Moreover, the upgraded Divine Light Art no longer vanished in a flash as it had before. Like a rising sun, it kept emitting light, scorching the sinister creature.
"Ah!" The Zhao Xing'er attacking Yue Wen screamed as well. Under the divine light, charred black spots began appearing all over her body!
Spotting an opening, Yue Wen turned his hand and threw a punch.
Although he prided himself on being a hard-hitting sword cultivator, bringing out his sword required an extra step. He had to admit that simply swinging his fists was much more convenient.
Bang!
The punch smashed the phantom Zhao Xing'er to pieces. She became a light curtain that shattered and scattered in midair, revealing her true form. This time, instead of a clay figurine, a tattered scrap of white silk fell to the ground.
Yue Wen picked it up and found that it possessed considerable spirituality. He asked Da Long, "Is this a Dragon Clan magical artifact?"
"Yes." After examining it briefly, Da Long answered, "It's a treasure woven from 'scale lang silk,' a material only the Dragon Clan can refine. It should contain quite a bit of dragon qi. It seems that anything carrying dragon qi in this nightmare realm might turn into a nightmare wraith creature."
Since Yue Wen had seen no Evil-Suppressing Money enter his