At the same time, the Witch Immortal's voice... also rang out, "Do not think that by using a special trump card, you can oppose me. Even now, you are still incapable of bridging the vast gap between us!"
The words had barely left his lips.
Swirling around the Witch Immortal's body, those clusters of black flames transformed into sharply pointed tendrils, lashing towards the enormous stone sphere hovering in mid-air!
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The black flames formed tentacles that easily penetrated the sphere, and each tentacle aimed straight for the very center with the intention of turning Fan Wu, who was inside the center of the sphere, into something resembling a hedgehog.
As for whether Fan Wu's physical body would be torn to pieces?
The Witch Immortal did not care.
