He just felt a slight sting in his sea of consciousness, which didn't affect his battle rhythm.
Seeing the enemy rushing at him, Ji An slightly opened his mouth, releasing an invisible spirit roar.
Yang Wu felt as if someone had hit the back of his head with a heavy hammer, his vision darkened and stars filled the sky, halting his body's charge instantly.
'Not good!'
A shock ran through his heart as he realized the bad situation; his iron-tempered body did not fear magic attacks, but faced with a spirit soul attack was beyond his capacity.
The Earth-Departing Flame Banner flew out from his dantian, instantly transforming into a crimson-golden phoenix bird.
As the screech echoed, Ji An pinched the Geng Metal Spirit-Slaying Sword, its three-foot silver edge retracted the spirit light, concealing all its sharpness and killing intent.
Yang Wu first felt a pain in his head, then heard the sound of breaking through the air, and then boundless darkness submerged his consciousness.
