Passing through the layers of thick clouds was no easy feat; something seemed to be slithering within them, carrying a potent spiritual attack.
Yan Jiuzhi had not yet fully recovered his strength and was not about to overestimate himself. He had long since summoned his Pot Lid, keeping its instinctual urge to attack in check and letting it handle the defense on its own.
Only when forced to strike did he ride the momentum of the surging clouds to retaliate with a spiritual attack of his own.
Chapter 347