Thousands of needle-like forms of White Mist, like a rain of flowers in the sky.
This White Mist is not ordinary; it can directly penetrate the marrow, even intrude into the Qi Sea and strip away one's vitality.
Ye Qingfeng's face was icy, and with a punch, hundreds of threads of White Mist instantly dissipated.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Ye Qingfeng unleashed ten consecutive punches, vanquishing almost all of the White Mist, but some needle-shaped forms managed to infiltrate, attempting to pierce Ye Qingfeng's body.
"This is not something you can withstand," the Panwu Immortal remarked coldly, watching the scene.
"Hmph!"
Ye Qingfeng dismissed the remarks with a cold snort, immediately forming a Spiritual Power shield on his body, shaping an invisible barrier.
"Clang!"
Like the sound of metal striking, crisp and clear, these needle-shaped White Mist collided with the Spiritual Power shield, all dissipating. The Panwu Immortal's illusion trembled.
