"Hmph, despicable—"
Zhao Yingkong cursed angrily, and at this moment, Yan Moshan also held his shockwave in his right palm temporarily without releasing it.
He wanted to see if Zhao Yingkong could withstand an attack purely delivered with his physical brute force!
"Whoo—"
Yan Moshan pushed his palm towards Zhao Yingkong's chest, but strangely, he felt his hand pass right through her.
"Hm?"
Yan Moshan suddenly discovered that the Zhao Yingkong he had hit had turned into a mist and dispersed.
The next instant, through his Shenluo Eye, Yan Moshan realized that Zhao Yingkong had already appeared behind him, and her dagger was once again aimed at his back.
"Fog Virtualization is indeed tricky, but..."
Yan Moshan reached back with his left hand and instantly grasped Zhao Yingkong's delicate wrist.
Then, Yan Moshan spun his body around fiercely, and his right hand swung towards Zhao Yingkong.