Previously, when he fought alongside Zhang Deming, he had only thought Zhang Deming's Vine Technique was 'masterful.' But now, experiencing it nearly firsthand, he realized that 'masterful' was no longer sufficient to describe it.
As for the Sword Shadows darting around him, they were, without exception, pierced by the spikes and burst into a shower of Spiritual Light.
But as the Spiritual Light scattered, it didn't disappear. Instead, it transformed into streams of light that flowed into the palm of Li Shifan's left hand. No orbs dropped to the ground. Li Shifan, his expression tense, froze for a moment and fell into a daze.
Zhang Deming, who was watching all this, paused slightly. He glanced at the dazed Li Shifan, then turned his head away. After all, there was still another problem to solve.
Zhang Deming turned his head again, looking toward the stationary chessboard.
