"What?!"
The young man had already been certain of victory, but a few seconds later, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
"This... what is going on?"
Among these spiritual energies, not even a trace of memory, let alone the remnants of will, could be captured.
The young man's attempt at reading them was therefore a waste of effort.
And at the same time as he came back to his senses, his entire body suddenly froze in place, with cold sweat bristling all over.
Someone was behind him...
These tentacles were merely bait; what the opponent was waiting for was the moment he became distracted.
"There's something at the back of my head..."
The young man was completely stunned, with cold sweat continuously seeping from his forehead and flowing down his cheeks.
Even without turning around, he was already clearly sensing that something was being aimed at his head...
"Is it spiritual power? But it doesn't seem purely spiritual..."
