After Fang Xing finished speaking, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his True Spirit forcefully collided.
Through Elder Tong's pupils, his True Spirit power surged towards him like a tide. At this moment, the two were in a stalemate of strength. Although Elder Tong had the advantage in physical strength, Fang Xing was not weak either, and he couldn't suppress Fang Xing in a short period of time. As a result, neither dared to move recklessly. Being so close, Elder Tong took the hit head-on.
Elder Tong felt a darkness before his eyes, as if he was plunged into a dark space, surrounded by nothingness, cold and indescribable, with blade-like edges approaching. Above him, a three-headed, six-armed demonic spirit with a vertical eye on its forehead stared at him unblinkingly.
"Not good, he suppressed my True Spirit!"
