Almost at the instant when the deadly energy was about to engulf him, Fang Xing's True Spirit seemed as if it would be torn from his body. At that moment, his True Spirit was like a stalk of straw, ready to be swept away by an unstoppable tide. Even though his True Spirit was already incredibly powerful, in the face of this Hong Meng Si Qi, it had no resistance at all. The disparity was like a strong bull trying to withstand a tornado in the desert.
But with luck by his side, Fang Xing's physical body and True Spirit were bound together.
In that instant, Fang Xing's True Spirit was washed out of his body by the Hong Meng Si Qi, hanging just a foot away. It looked like a blurry shadow overlapping with Fang Xing's physical body, yet it was forcibly anchored by the binding force of luck.
However, in this situation, Fang Xing's True Spirit endured tremendous pain.
