After unleashing a barrage of attacks that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, the short, sturdy man still heard no movement. Yet through the reverberating feedback from his techniques, he sensed that in one direction, his attacks had met resistance.
A flicker of delight rose in his heart, but none of it showed on his face. In an instant, he spun around and launched several fully condensed soul techniques fiercely toward that direction.
But what happened next left him staring in shock. After all the soul techniques struck out, there was no longer any reverberating feedback from that direction. Every attack had hit empty air...
The moment he sensed where the other party was, he had immediately attacked. Yet the other party had evaded far too quickly.
Just then, a faint flash of black light flickered at the Life Gate acupoint on his lower back and silently slipped into the blue light.
"Hiss!"
The short, sturdy man felt the Seven Spirits within his body suddenly torn open by a tiny wound before he could react. The pain made him suck in a sharp breath, and sweat immediately poured down his forehead.
"Senior, Senior, please spare this junior! I do not know when I offended you. I beg you to tell me. Whatever compensation you require, this junior will certainly do everything in his power to provide it..."
The short, sturdy man's defenses had been breached again. Moreover, he sensed that the technique attacking him was once more a most basic soul technique—Point Spirit Finger, a basic art that targeted the Seven Spirits.
Faced with the differing effects produced by the successive attacks, the short, sturdy man suddenly thought of something, and terror appeared on his face.
Though he could not see where his enemy was, he could basically