Countless black feathers scattered from the flying bird.
A dark mist formed.
In almost an instant, Wu Xiaode and the young boy were both sucked in.
Only the blonde man was left in the original spot.
He pondered as he looked around.
"Magic within magic—quite a rare Spirit Skill for a duel, and completely impossible to detect where they have gone."
The blonde man looked up at the sky.
There was the polar bear that had been struck by "Tian Ruo," still hanging in mid-air, being pummeled by countless Fist shadows, and its grunts had all but disappeared.
The blonde man wanted to reach out to rescue the polar bear, but as soon as he started using magic, the Fist shadows in mid-air seemed to detect it and immediately wrapped around him.
He immediately cut off the magic.
The dense Fist shadows then soared up and attacked the polar bear again.
