She swept her long spear, creating a vicious gale. Weaving between the two plumes of black smoke, she tried to force out her opponent's True Body.
And just as Wang Yiyi was locked in a struggle with the slippery Ghost Bone Elder…
Nearby, Princess Zhaohua turned her head. Her ice-cold gaze fell upon Li Qingcang, who still stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Why aren't you helping?" she asked, her voice chilling. "If we surround him together, there's no way he can escape."
Li Qingcang lightly flicked a speck of non-existent dust from his sleeve. His expression remained nonchalant, his tone steeped in a bone-deep arrogance. "His Divine Sense is ethereal and unstable. His aura is strong, but it lacks any foundation. It's nothing more than a worthless Divine Sense Avatar. It's not worthy of my sword."
'Shit!'
Nearby, the corner of Chu Fan's mouth twitched, and he cursed under his breath.
'Have they all practiced so hard they've fried their brains?'
