Ying Changsheng's face was pale as paper, yet his narrow eyes flashed with an astonishing nobility and arrogance. He said indifferently, "The President indeed doesn't have time to teach me the usage of Candle Light Law, but she taught me what belief is. Even though I can't resist your illusion, it doesn't mean I have no way to deal with you."
This Crown Prince of the Ying Family pointed his fingers like a sword, pressing against his own abdomen.
At the critical moment, he allowed his abilities to collapse, and gathered the last trace of spirituality to release the Qi Sword.
At the price of severely injuring himself, he finally managed to harm the opponent.
"Relying on the sense of pain to forcibly escape the illusion, and perfectly timing your attack, truly a genius, what a pity." Hua An endured the pain of his penetrated abdomen, the card in his fingers trembling slightly.
