Captive

"Spiritual technique? Divine technique?"

Fang Yuan stared at the enemy general, who exhaled clouds of white mist, with interest.

This person's abilities reminded him of the witches.

Even though the blood of the witches flowed in his veins, it had been greatly diluted. His natural talent in the divine technique was only because the spiritual technique that he practised enjoyed a chemistry with his constitution and bloodline.

"General Heng and Ha*?"

Fang Yuan had arrived at a silent conclusion.

"He's a realm energy practitioner!"

Meng Kuo palmed his fist.

"These Dongyi people have actually managed to enlist the help of realm energy practitioners?"

'Realm energy practitioners? Could this become a system to be developed by the world in the future?'

Fang Yuan looked at Meng Kuo.

"What are realm energy practitioners?"

"Jie… this isn't the right time to ask questions."