Everyone watching the scene on the platform felt an uncanny chill run through them.
Though Mind-Reading was not the Ability of Foresight, it could discern an opponent's every thought in advance, placing its user in an inherently unbeatable position. How could anyone win? "Would you have to empty your mind of all thought?" Lian Youming's eyelids twitched wildly, as though he had encountered a particularly troubling problem.
This person truly gave him the feeling that he had nowhere to begin.
It was like discovering that martial artist from a bygone era beneath the Northeast Logging Camp back then. If he could not even see the man, how could he attack?
Right now, he was merely a spectator outside the fight. If he stepped onto the platform himself, things certainly would not be much better.
He was already showing signs of defeat before the fight had even begun.
By contrast, although Li Da and Yang Cuo beside him looked grave, each seemed to have preparations of his own. Neither was as shaken as he was.
They had taken that step ahead of him, after all. Their foundations ran deep.
He had thought that since he had been qualified to join forces with Li Da against Mr. Corpse, their strength should not have been far apart. Now, however, it seemed he had been far too conceited. Meanwhile, on the platform, the burly Muslim man was also bewildered with fear. Though his feet kept shifting, he looked as if he were simply spinning in circles, unable to find any trace of Gu Feiyan.
But he was no ordinary man either. His blue eyes were like a hawk's as he lowered his gaze toward his own shadow. His shoulders suddenly shook, and his white robe billowed into the air with a whoosh, like a