Lin Shen's practice became smoother and more adept, and the finger power he casually emitted became more concentrated, with less resistance, making the existence of the spatial finger power hardly perceptible.
The yin-yielding Thousand Men's Pointer gained the spatial ability and rigidity of the Twenty-Eight Finger Force, and when Lin Shen pointed his finger, it was as if an invisible and shadowless needle as fine as an ox hair shot out, making it nearly impossible to detect.
"Good, good, good, this finger power is just too superb. The more I condense the finger power, the smaller the ripples it creates, the less the resistance, and the faster the speed will get, but its destructive power has become even greater..." Lin Shen rejoiced in his heart. If he continued practicing in this way, it wouldn't be so easy for Ximen Swordsman to borrow his strength anymore.
