Fong Rulie felt immensely pleased.
No matter how skilled his magic cultivator opponent was in the art of magic and spells, or how exquisite the techniques they could deploy, once a combat cultivator like him got close, the opponent was doomed to a dire fate.
He braced himself to take a hit from the enemy, all for this very opportunity.
He could win, he was sure he would!
Infinite confidence surged in his heart. The spear thrust he made in that instant was more powerful than at any other time, the pinnacle spear thrust of his life!
Like a dragon, the movement of his spear, and like a prison, its force; no one in the Cloud River Realm could block his spear!
A short while later.
Inside the Heaven's Augury Hall of a 1st grade sect in Dingzhou, Fong Rulie suddenly appeared, his spirit force swirling violently around him, his face pale, his eyes filled with fear, as if he had narrowly escaped death!
The boundless confidence from a moment ago had now shattered and fell to dust.
