His vision switched in an instant.
Within the gray mist, the twisted masses of light and shadow became distinct.
He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a wisp of silver-gray Sword Qi flickered uncertainly at his fingertips.
An octopus-like Spirit Body waved its ethereal tentacles, lunging toward him, thick with cold malice.
"Too slow."
In Han Feng's current Perception, the creature's movements were laughably sluggish.
SWOOSH!
The Sword Qi at his fingertip shot out, precisely slicing through the Spirit Body's core.
There was no sound of a physical impact, only a faint sizzle, like a hot knife cutting through grease.
The Spirit Body was still in mid-air when the sharp Sword Qi instantly vaporized it into two halves.
As it disintegrated, a few specks of colorful, fluorescent light drifted out.
Han Feng was quick. With a burst of suction from his palm, he pulled all of the fluorescent specks into his body.
