Yuan Rong seemed to have made a move, yet it also seemed like he hadn't.
In Han Yu's eyes, Yuan Rong's imposing rush was repelled by the purple aura.
The Evil Ghost Dharma Aspect did charge in, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea, silently vanishing.
Just gone like that?
Not even a single movement was heard?
For a moment, Han Yu watched the purple aura, his guard raised to the maximum.
This was someone more frightening than Di Liuxin!
"This should be his Dharma Aspect."
The Artifact Spirit spoke with a stern face.
But his Dharma Aspect was strangely peculiar, like a mass of purple aura.
Certainly peculiar, it made Yuan Rong grit his teeth.
This shapeless, formless thing was difficult to handle even when you knew he was hidden within the purple aura.
His Dharma Aspect was seized the moment it entered the purple aura, completely losing connection and likely already shattered within.
"Old bastard!"
