"Ling~"
Han Ning leaned against Liu Zhiran's side, closed his eyes, and mobilized the last vestiges of Spiritual Power in his mind, activating his Spiritual Surge Talent.
WHOOSH~
A wisp of green flame began to burn silently.
Over a hundred meters away.
Yin Yi, who was hovering in mid-air, suddenly glowed with a bright green light.
At that moment, its Body was covered in a dense web of cracks.
Wisps of silver-white light seeped from the fissures, preventing the wounds from healing.
At some point, the silver mantis opposite it had lost half its body.
Its lower half had vanished into thin air, exposing pale green organs that squirmed slowly in the open, enveloped by a silver glow.
Bolstered by the Spiritual Surge Talent, Yin Yi's spirit rallied, and eighteen rapidly spinning Emerald Flower Thorns materialized before it.
The silver mantis seemed to sense something and crossed its silver-white forelimbs, which resembled gleaming longswords, in front of its body.
