Fang Xingjian’s eyes were brimming with light. The effect of Netherworld Valley’s medicinal ointment was truly amazing. His injuries felt so much better within such a short period of time. They no longer affected his battle capabilities.
However, he still did not take any action. He merely stared at that figure that continued to dash around, assassinating them.
"This speed is not below mine, no… This Mumukeya is even faster than when I display the Boundaries Negation.
"When he attacks, he will enter our ten-meter radius and become weakened by our Reduced Force Fields. That is when he is at the weakest point."
"Flaw… I must wait for his flaw to appear! Find an opportunity to suppress him."
In Fang Xingjian consciousness, the unknown mental cultivation method was burning like fiery flames. It burned him up, making him feel like his blood was rising in temperature. However, his mind was completely at peace.
