BOOM!
The Ghost Spirit struck with a punch.
Wielding immense Spiritual Power, Fa Ming struggled to block the attack, but on the other side, Chou Ling was already charging in. Caught in their pincer attack, Fa Ming rapidly shifted through his Tao techniques to keep Chou Ling at bay. The Ghost Spirit, however, seized the opportunity to press his advantage.
Eventually, Fa Ming was struck down, crashing heavily to the ground. It wasn't that he was weak. On the contrary, he was a tier stronger than either of his opponents. But one against two, without a significant advantage in cultivation realm, he was doomed to defeat. This was a perfect example: he had already lost.
At that moment, the Ghost Spirit lunged, intending to kill Fa Ming in the shortest time possible.
"Fa Ming San Qing!" Fa Ming roared.
In the blink of an eye, three identical versions of him appeared before the Ghost Spirit.
The Ghost Spirit scoffed disdainfully, "Mere phantoms, bound to crumble! Pathetically weak!"
