Itavi's mental figure was smashed into pieces.
Xu Tui's mind power once again swept toward the water-like mist without hesitation. At the same time, the mental hammer was also on guard. If another figure similar to the mental figure from just now appeared in the tricolor octagon body, Xu Tui would definitely hammer it with his mental hammer immediately.
There was no longer any mental aura coming out of the tricolor octagon body. The dense aura that was like water was also swept out by Xu Tui like before.
The moment it swept up, the red light of the red fire slip in Xu Tui's mind swept the large ball of mist into his body.
The usual. The ratio of the spoils was eight to the red fire slip, and two to Xu Tui. However, the total amount this time was more than 15 times the total amount of the dense fog on Mount Tai.
Xu Tui had an accurate judgment of the total amount as soon as the red fire slip distributed it over.
Eighteen times!
