As he sneered, Elder Meng secretly cursed himself for being foolish. How had he been frightened into such panic again and again today, to the point that even his state of mind kept developing flaws?
If the Grey Mask man was hiding within the Gate of Life, he could naturally grasp every situation inside the grand formation.
And after hearing Elder Meng's muttering just now, he could project his consciousness into the illusion and say things to intimidate him. That was equally possible!
Elder Meng felt that his reactions today had surely been caused by his initial fright. He had nearly died during the teleportation and had personally witnessed Elder Xiang's miserable state.
Given how extraordinarily protective of his own life he usually was, so little time had passed that he had yet to emerge from death's shadow. Naturally, he could not help but overthink any abnormality that appeared around him.
"Is that so... Then take one of my moves!"
Just as Elder Meng's sneer had yet to fade, the Grey Mask man suddenly took a step toward him. As he drew out the final syllables, a wave of pressure instantly enveloped Elder Meng.
The Grey Mask man was incredibly fast, as though a single step had crossed a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers. In an instant, he arrived before Elder Meng, then drove a straight punch at him.
Feeling the opponent suddenly close in and the intense pressure bearing down on him, Elder Meng's expression did not turn surprised this time. Instead, the mockery at the corners of his lips grew even thicker.
The golden melon hammer he had summoned back with a thought instantly appeared in his hand. Facing the incoming fist, he swung the hammer out with equal force.
"Pfft..."
At the same time, an utterly