"Crackling and popping," a series of explosions occurred as hundreds of black-and-white spinning blades, capable of tearing through the air, were surprisingly blocked by a phantom image of Lei City.
And this phantom image of Lei City, merely dimmed for a moment, but under Ning Cheng's stimulation, quickly regained clarity.
"What kind of magical artifact is this?" Qi Le stared at the phantom of Lei City, muttering in shock. How could an artifact that allows a soul cultivator to block a full attack from a divine sense cultivator be simple? And this is just a phantom image?
Thinking of this, and looking at the flickering lightning within the phantom Lei City, Qi Le's eyes immediately burned with desire. He had to get his hands on this artifact.
