This kind of attack doesn't seem lethal, but with increasing numbers, it becomes hard to fend off.
Wang Ye saw that countless black mists had surrounded him.
But the places he could attack simultaneously were no longer right in front of him.
Continuing to fight now would clearly be a disadvantage.
To secure some space for maneuver, he enveloped himself in Chaos Black Flame, forming a situation capable of both attack and defense.
In doing so, no matter how fast the black mist attacks, it has no effect whatsoever.
Finally, within a hundred-meter radius, Wang Ye had a moment to catch his breath.
He began to sit cross-legged and meditate, then flipped through the unnamed book in his hand.
After skimming through it, his eyes were filled with doubt.
"Why is it all just one fist technique?"
Wang Ye was puzzled; every page featured only the same fist technique?
He tried various methods to uncover its secrets, but still made no progress.
