Listening to the voice, it seemed like Xuexue was behind him. Lin Kong, mad with anger, reacted without thinking, striking out with his palm without even looking.
"Boom…!"
A loud explosion emanated from the spot he hit.
Calming down and taking a closer look, it was empty once again; he hadn't hit anyone, just air. Infuriated, he grabbed his hair with both hands, yelling, "Ah..! You're driving me crazy, what kind of divine fighting style is this?"
He could hear the enemy's voice, but couldn't touch the enemy's body.
Just as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, there was another embroidery needle stabbed into his chest.
He was angry, frightened, and infuriated. That damned girl Xuexue was too insidious. Who knew if she had coated the needles with poison?
As time dragged on, his martial power was beginning to fade.
Lin Kong wasn't foolish. He knew that if he lost his martial power, death was the only outcome.
