The jade essence in Ning Chen's hand, although not yet infused with spiritual nature, persistently hid to seek benefit and avoid harm, indicating it wasn't far from developing its spiritual nature.
Ten Thousand Medicine Sect.
Little Struggle Peak.
The crowd was watching the battle.
Ning Yong's fight had reached the final critical moment.
His opponent had used his trump card, splitting himself into three, each indistinguishable from the others, making it impossible to identify the real one.
All three charged at Ning Yong, declaring in unison, "Ning Yong, if you can discern my true form, you'll have proven yourself impressive!"
Ning Yong gritted his teeth; he couldn't see through the deception. At this point, he was running out of strength and couldn't fully defend himself; he could only gamble, hoping that a lucky hit would allow the fight to continue.
Ning Yong, with anger on his face, took a wild guess and struck with all his might.
Bang.
