"How is anyone still daring to attack Chonggang Town? Wasn't it said that a Tianjian Bureau branch is right there?"
An Jing stood up, a simple movement that caused the surrounding air to crackle with an arc of electricity. Slender white bolts of light flowed smoothly along his arm to his fingertips before dissipating, leaving behind the distorted appearance of the air having been torn by something sharp.
He had been in secluded cultivation for too long, and the accumulation of Spirit-Evil was enough to produce strange phenomena—especially for a Martial Artist, whose practice of modifying his own body into a formation was all the more likely to manifest various bizarre spectacles.
Chapter 638