Wei Yin stood in the void, looked down at Wei Yin, and said, "Fight for mental strength in front of you, my uncle? I'm really looking for death."

What he said was not an exaggeration.

If his soul was not injured, it would be impossible for Fu Laosi to be able to speak now with the blow just now.

However, such words fell into Fu Laosi's ears, which made Fu Laosi extremely angry.

He looked at Wei Yin and sarcastically said, "Your Excellency is indeed strong in spirit, but... you seem to be injured, right?"

He also noticed that Wei Yin's face was not right.

He guessed that Wei Yin must have been injured too.

Wei Yin didn't say anything.

At this time, his face turned slightly white, and even his head ached faintly.

His soul was originally injured, and it was quite serious.

Otherwise he wouldn't have ventured into the Temple Mount and then been trapped on it.

And just now, the long sword of Fu Laosi's mental power collided, although it seemed to be pushing and pulling.

But his mental power was also consumed greatly.

In fact, he didn't want to release such a vast amount of mental power just now.

But he did it on purpose.

Because his soul was damaged, he did not want to use his mental power easily.

However, in addition to Fu Laosi, there are two powerful martial artists, Fu Xiyuan and Fu Laoqi.

They must have cultivated their mental power as well.

If they all compete for their mental strength, it would be a troublesome thing.

So...just use thunder to defeat Fu Laosi's long sword of mental power.

That will shock them.

That will prevent them from releasing their soul skills easily to fight.

So he looked at Fu Laosi, smiled disdainfully, and said, "I will let you see if I am injured now."

After saying that, a terrifying aura burst out from his whole body, and with a bang, he swooped down and headed straight for Fu Laosi.
Chapter completed!