Unlike when attacking Ning Fan, the light pillar easily pierced through the sphere, attacking the Pharaoh along the way.
"Courting death!"
The Pharaoh's eyes narrowed, and a black pillar of energy surged from the staff in his hand.
At the moment when the black and white columns intersected, they seemed to melt like ice and snow, both turning to nothing.
Meanwhile, the threads intertwined again, transforming into weapon resembling long spears.
Countless long spears, with sharp cold beams, shot through the air.
With Ning Fan's eyesight, he couldn't even catch the traces of the spear's movement.
In a flash of flowing light, the moment the spears formed, they disappeared without a trace.
The continuous sound of clinking indicated the ripples around Tielei were all caused by the spear attacks.
Ning Fan's eyes sparkled with realized something, "Is this the essence of the Martial Soul Aura? Are these threads Gang Qi?"
