"What is this guy's success rate for drawing talismans? How can he produce so many talismans?"
"No, I can't let his attack rhythm dictate the fight anymore."
"If this continues, my Immortal Power will eventually be exhausted by him, and I will definitely be dragged down."
Wang Hu grew increasingly flustered, feeling his Immortal Power rapidly draining, while Fang Hong's talismans seemed endless.
Continuing like this would be detrimental to him; he had to change his strategy immediately.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Wang Hu didn't hesitate for a moment. He decisively abandoned the idea of defending and quickly retracted the mirror he was using to block the talismans.
Fang Hong naturally wouldn't miss such a good attacking opportunity. He flicked his wrist, throwing hundreds of Ben Lei Talismans fiercely towards Wang Hu.
