This time, Ji Jue slid back several dozen meters, leaving two charred marks on the ground.
And on his hands, strands of lingering electric light twisted like living creatures between his fingers, constantly wandering, yet being shackled by the Circle Realm, arbitrarily vanishing into nothingness.
"Hoo—"
Ji Jue exhaled deeply, releasing the heat from his lungs, a metallic taste reminiscent of rust lingering between his mouth and nose.
Even though he blocked the impact, he couldn't completely prevent the attribute damage.
In the end, his defenses were breached!
"Well done, Auntie, you're awesome!"
Lou Feng suddenly erupted with joy, swinging his fist in encouragement: "Go for it, beat him!"
"Did you hear that, Ji Jue?"
Lou Yanyue grinned, "Don't blame me for being unforgiving. This is the only wish of a poor young nephew who has been bullied since childhood. As his aunt, I have to be serious about it."
