The speed of his spiritual power was unimaginable.
There was a sharp glint in Ruler Xing Yun's eyes. He couldn't help but marvel at the complexity and mystery of the flaming net.
This wasn't a simple net. It was a battle technique, an extremely powerful battle technique!
He even felt a sense of familiarity.
"Blood net!"
Ruler Xing Yun regained his senses. This flaming net was similar to the blood net. There were countless thin threads in it, densely packed and exquisite.
Without the guidance of Wang Teng's spiritual power, he wouldn't be able to replicate it instantly.
"Wang Teng copied the blood net! When did it start?"
"Was it at the Metal Armament Fortress? Or was it this time?"
Ruler Xing Yun was flabbergasted. He found it unbelievable. The more he understood the flaming net, the more astounded he was.
In such a short time, Wang Teng managed to copy his opponent's Battle Technique and even a secret spiritual skill. This was a little outrageous.
How did Wang Teng do it?
