335: He...is invincible?

"Ridiculous attack! Retreat!" Zhuang Bifan roared.

Chains streaked across the sky, heaven and earth collapsed. Zhuang Bifan, who completely disregarded Shen Bei at this moment, faced Fang Han's incredibly fierce attack. His forehead veins bulged, and in an instant, Sword Light and Sword Qi danced wildly, shredding all the gray mist chains that whipped towards him with lightning speed.

Essentially, these gray mist chains and the Mist Ghosts were no different; neither had a physical form. So, when Zhuang Bifan attacked with full force, the overwhelming assault of gray mist chains still couldn't Breakthrough his defensive perimeter.

However, there were simply too many gray mist chains dancing in the sky, and they were constantly regenerating from each of Fang Han's Incarnations. Even more bizarrely, in just a few seconds, Zhuang Bifan's face would twist slightly with each broken gray mist chain.

Although the gray mist chains had no physical form, each one contained an extremely insidious and hard-to-defend spiritual impact force, making him endure a violent spiritual impact every time he shattered a gray mist chain!

"Ridiculous attack?"

Dozens, even hundreds, of Fang Han's arms waved, and they all spoke in a low chuckle:

"Then… how about this?"

Buzz!

The next instant, an extremely gloomy light flashed in each of Fang Han's eyes, and then, from his pupils, streaks of gray lightning erupted with an indescribable speed, just like real lightning, striking both Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan at a speed almost impossible for humans to react to!

Martial Skill: Soul Shock!

"Roar!"

As if struck by real lightning, Zhuang Bifan felt his mind being heavily pounded. He let out a muffled groan, and amidst an indescribable dizziness and stinging pain in his brain, his body trembled violently.

Fang Han's spiritual impact, launched from a distance, immediately caused Zhuang Bifan spiritual damage while revealing a huge flaw!

And it was at this instant that the gray mist chains dancing in the sky, as if possessing a will of their own, seized this flaw. In a flash, they breached Zhuang Bifan's defensive perimeter and, like giant pythons preying on humans, tightly coiled around him, pinning Zhuang Bifan directly in mid-air!

Shen Bei looked up at Zhuang Bifan, who was not only entangled, but several gray mist chains had fiercely pierced through his limbs and torso.

However, the penetration of the mist chains was not a substantial wound; it was as if the chains had merged into Zhuang Bifan's body!

But even so, the gray mist chains entering his body seemed to have dealt Zhuang Bifan an irresistible blow and injury. His body, pierced and entangled by the chains, trembled violently, his face extremely distorted, seemingly in a state of extreme pain and confusion, unable to extricate himself. The originally robust and violent life Qi on his body also became like a candle in the wind, flickering rapidly.

"Hehe… a mere Six-Rank Martial Artist, daring to attack me in my ghost mist?"

In the rolling mist, dozens, even hundreds, of Fang Han, manipulating the gray mist chains, all showed satisfied and contemptuous smiles.

However, when Fang Han's gaze fell on Shen Bei, he was stunned.

He had thought that with Zhuang Bifan captured, Shen Bei would naturally suffer the same fate.

After all, Shen Bei was only a Five-Rank Martial Artist; if even a Six-Rank couldn't withstand his attack, a Five-Rank was even less likely.

But now…

Fang Han was completely bewildered.

How was Shen Bei perfectly fine, completely unscathed by such a massive spiritual impact?

What was going on!

Fang Han looked around, his face revealing a fierce, indescribably cold and brutal expression: "You—"

Shen Bei yawned rather boredly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Thanks."

Hmm?

Fang Han was even more bewildered.

Thanks?

What are you thanking me for, you ghost!

Could it be that you have a grudge against Zhuang Bifan and are happy to see his Ugly?

Shen Bei's thanks were sincere.

Spiritual impact.

What a wonderful Fifth Dimension Attribute.

Originally, Shen Bei's resistance to spiritual impact had already reached 90%.

Only that ten percent was left. After Fang Nanxi completed this mission, it would definitely be 100%, with no more worries.

Of course, it must be said that Fang Han's spiritual attack was indeed overbearing. Even with his 90% resistance, he was still injured, which was truly heartbreaking.

At this moment, Fang Han's face wore a chilling, ferocious grin, his eyes showing a hint of cruelty and surprise: "Very good, you've given me a surprise. Again!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

In an instant, dozens of gray mist chains shot out violently, piercing through the Void Realm, like fierce Dragons emerging from their lairs, whistling towards Shen Bei. Along with them, invisible but extremely swift, bizarre, and undefendable gray lightning flashed—precisely Fang Han's spiritual attack, Soul Shock, which had caused Zhuang Bifan great trouble!

The moment the gray lightning, capable of severely damaging others' Souls, suddenly descended, it was like a gentle breeze brushing past. Shen Bei's mind merely paused for a moment, his eyes unblinking, as he raised his hand and directly blasted apart several coiling gray mist chains!

"Hmm?"

Fang Han was startled again. He had thought his attack wasn't strong enough, so he unleashed the Martial Skill again.

The result… he couldn't take down a mere Five-Rank?

His usually infallible Move had failed against a mere Five-Rank Martial Artist. Upon discovering this strange anomaly, Shen Bei, each of Fang Han's Clones narrowed their eyes sharply, as if seeing a sheep provoking a lion, filled with a sense of intrigued amusement:

"Interesting, interesting… How did you do that?"

Buzz!

A chilling spiritual fluctuation spread, as if the entire mist tide was boiling. Dozens, even hundreds, of gray mist chains, like the tentacles of Hellish demons, danced wildly and struck again.

At the same time, a deep, eerie light erupted again from the eyes of Fang Han's twenty or thirty Clones. Then, in the Void Realm, streaks of desolate, chilling, and even more startling gray lightning burst forth, twisting even the Void Realm itself!

Whoosh!

However, the next instant, it was still like a gentle breeze. Shen Bei remained expressionless; these spiritual lightning bolts, enough to give even a Six-Rank Martial Artist a splitting headache, seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, having no effect whatsoever.

Even all the wildly dancing gray mist chains that coiled around Shen Bei were like a single strand of hair falling on his body, causing no impact at all, and were effortlessly shattered by his mighty physique!

Ineffective, ineffective. Whether it was Fang Han's Soul Shock or his ghost mist chains, all were ineffective!

"How is that possible!"

Such an unbelievable thing unfolded before his eyes. For the first time, a drastic and horrifying change appeared in the pupils of all of Fang Han's Clones.

"What exactly are you!"

Zzz… Zzzzzzz…

And just then, a low rumble, like distant thunder spreading through the mist tide, suddenly shook the air and dust within a hundred-meter radius.

At the same time, in Fang Han's line of sight, dazzling electric light gradually emanated from Shen Bei, who stood rooted to the spot. Then it grew stronger and stronger, more and more surging. Suddenly, thousands of tiny, hair-thin electric lights flashed in the air, as if an unknown, massive electric field had inadvertently enveloped the ghost tide!

In his line of sight, majestic and violent lightning, like a pillar reaching through heaven and earth, erupted from Shen Bei's body. A powerful pressure swept in from all directions, like a surging tsunami, like a roaring gale. Within a hundred-meter radius around him, all the gray mist tide seemed unable to withstand this destructive aura and retreated frantically!

"You…!?"

"Who exactly are you!"

Feeling this terrifying might, Fang Han, who bore the brunt of it, his eyes changing wildly, retreated repeatedly.

"Read the newspapers more, and you'll know who I am."

Shen Bei licked his lips: "I can only say, you shouldn't have, absolutely shouldn't have used spiritual impact as your trump card. Is this a Seven-Rank? So boring!"

Boom!

The next moment, as Fang Han's face changed drastically, a brilliant flash of lightning suddenly exploded in the Void Realm. Innumerable bolts of lightning, existing between solid and ethereal, surged forth from the Void Realm. Billions of electric lights intertwined, then, like a tsunami, violently surged in all directions, instantly transforming the hundred-meter radius into a lightning Hell!

Chichichichichi!

The incredibly dazzling and violent lightning glow stung the eyes. The entire, vast battlefield's gloomy, oppressive, seemingly endless rolling mist tide, like snow meeting magma, began to rapidly dissipate and melt!

And at the very center of the lightning Hell, Fang Han's dozens, even hundreds, of gray mist Clones roared in alarm, yet without even the slightest room to dodge, they were submerged by ten, a hundred, a thousand destructive bolts, then directly shattered, evaporated, and vanished into thin air without resistance!

In just one instant, all of Fang Han's hundreds of mist Clones were annihilated under the lightning Hell, utterly gone!

At this moment, the originally dim gray mist became as bright as day, and even the surging sea of gray mist was swept away by more than half in an instant!

"I let you play for a long time, now it's my turn!"

"Happy New Year!"

Crack!

Shen Bei's sinister laugh had not yet faded before it was drowned out by an even louder peal of thunder. At the same time, a dazzling bolt of lightning fiercely erupted from his palm. Instantly, a massive, enraged Dragon-like lightning bolt struck down, as if tearing the vast darkness apart, splitting it in two!

Boom!

The lightning struck, directly at Fang Han!

The rolling, deafening thunder instantly engulfed Fang Han's figure.

The blinding light made Zhuang Bifan, who had already fallen to the ground, unable to open his eyes.

He too watched Shen Bei battle Fang Han with a shocked expression.

He wouldn't have believed it even if he were beaten to death; the spiritual impact he couldn't resist, Shen Bei handled it as if drinking cold water, displaying a skill that made one's scalp tingle.

At the same time, if this powerful lightning could kill Fang Han in one blow.

Then he would undoubtedly be playing a supporting role again.

Although a bit embarrassing, as long as he could get the mask, it would be fine.

However, the next moment.

After the lightning's violent energy had raged and dissipated.

A shocking scene appeared.

Fang Han… stood unharmed in the gray mist. He slowly raised his head, his arrogant laughter growing louder and louder, even overpowering the deafening aftershocks of the thunder.

His eyes seemed to pierce through the mist as he slowly revealed a mysterious smile: "Boring, so boring. How about this, you two come at me together. I won't fight back. Let's see how long it takes you to kill me, how about that?"

Shen Bei: !!!

Zhuang Bifan: !!!

What the Hell, you old bastard… At this moment, Shen Bei's slightly sharp eyebrows furrowed. He could feel Fang Han's suffocating life-pressure Qi rushing towards him, and his pupils contracted slightly.

No matter how weak he was, as weak as a dog, it was impossible for Fang Han to feel no pain or discomfort after being struck by his 100,000-volt lightning!

What the Hell was going on!

The next moment.

Zhuang Bifan stood up shakily, his expression extremely solemn and stern. He raised his main mirror high: "Go wait on the side, it's my turn to act!"

Shen Bei: ????