"It's working!"
Han Feng was overjoyed.
But before he could celebrate,
he saw that the two halves of the Spirit Body hadn't dissipated.
Instead, they acted like two magnets, pulling toward each other.
Countless fine, gray threads stretched out from the severed edges,
frantically trying to fuse back together.
'Such tenacious Life Force?'
Han Feng raised an eyebrow.
'If slicing it in half won't kill it, I'll just have to dice it to bits!'
"Let's see you fuse back together!"
Han Feng's wrist became a blur.
His Longsword transformed into a silver-gray blur of light.
He executed the Basic Swordsmanship technique, "Chaotic Cloak."
Each slash was imbued with sharp Sword Qi.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Before the unfortunate Spirit Body could reform, it was enveloped by a dense flurry of sword flashes.
In just two seconds,
Han Feng delivered dozens of strikes,
hacking the head-sized Spirit Body into smithereens.
The largest piece was no bigger than an egg.
