Just as Li Yan's outstretched palm was about to touch Yun Chen's head, Li Yan's expression suddenly changed.
A layer of black mist abruptly emerged over the palm reaching for Yun Chen's bald head, instantly wrapping around his entire hand.
At the same time, Li Yan fiercely swept his sleeve. A blurry phantom suddenly flashed into existence before him and shot straight toward his forehead.
Li Yan had already tapped the ground with his toes and retreated in an instant, while his palm clenched fiercely.
Bang!
An explosive sound rang out from Li Yan's fist wreathed in black qi. Black and gray currents of force burst forth before him and immediately surged in all directions.
Yet just as those currents erupted, Li Yan's figure vanished as well. Monk Yun Chen, who had been unconscious only moments ago, suddenly snapped open his eyes.
The muscles in his face were still twitching incessantly, while the agony within his body continued to crash over him in waves like the sea.
Seeing that his strike had missed and that the other party had vanished in an instant, Yun Chen hesitated no longer and immediately darted toward the meditation room's door.
At present, he had merely forced down the pain in his soul. He did not dare linger here, for although the other party had not fully taken his strike head-on—
It would not be so easy to dispel the entanglement of his secret Buddhist sect technique. At the same time, the black droplet of water that Shi Ji had fired into his body had already sealed away most of his cultivation.
Neither his spiritual power nor Divine Sense could be used. His strength had greatly diminished, so he could not even send a voice transmission to others now.
He had also seen the formation