Although that was the case, one should not solely rely on the naked eye to track a creature's movement; it resembled short-range teleportation more than creeping, approaching Feng Yi. Feng Yi's keen mental power effectively captured its trajectory, and in the blink of an eye, they were inches apart.

Feng Yi once could easily capture bullets, let alone perceive a resentful spirit energy form.

Once he stabilized his mind, he saw that the woman covered in blood indeed looked terrifyingly ghastly as she surged toward Feng Yi.

Feng Yi reflexively raised his hand to block, but it was a feint. With a flourish of his body, he performed a lightning-quick turn and counter-swept, catching the resentful spirit off guard. It screamed miserably and was immediately pinned to the wall with a thunderous kick.

Feng Yi looked at it coldly, thinking to himself that it did look scary enough but wasn't very strong—only good for scaring ordinary people.

It seemed that the resentful spirit didn't feel pain at all, its body rubber-like as it suddenly lunged at Feng Yi's face. The attack was much faster than its initial creeping, abruptly clasping Feng Yi's throat, giving an extremely jarring illusion.

If there were others present, they'd see a much different scene—Feng Yi apparently choking himself.

But it only lasted for an instant, accompanied by Feng Yi's explosive breath. With Dawn Storm, he instantly tore and blew the resentful spirit's ethereal body far away... Seeing this, Feng Yi advanced against the wind, his movements sharp as a sword. Before the resentful spirit could touch the ground, he seized it first, and with a fierce pull backward, he lifted it, then slam after slam, he smashed it repeatedly onto the ground, ending with a heavy elbow drop.

Boom! Crash...

The resentful spirit's body instantly sank into the surface, creating web-like cracks emanating outward from its center...

The resentful spirit let out a chilling wail, its body rubber-like and seemingly injured, but soon it slowly crawled out from the ground, staggering toward Feng Yi again.

Feng Yi was no longer in his initial state, having drained much of his strength just moments ago. Worse, there was no sign of the resentful spirit's spiritual power weakening as it lunged at him again.

Such a nuisance, was it because this was its home field? Thoughts flipping, Feng Yi swiftly drew his gun, bang, bang, bang... the trigger pulled incessantly, the death revolver crazily unleashing a stream of bullets.

Unexpectedly, the bullets passed through its body without causing any threat, as if firing into the air.

Physical attacks were ineffective? With a rapid shift in thought and action, Feng Yi holstered his gun and threw punches. Just as his fist made contact, Feng Yi swiftly raised his left hand and fired another shot, a rapid but surprising attack, directly blasting its head.

Instead of the expected blood splatter, the burst head turned into countless strands of black threads like hair scattered around, greatly diminishing the spiritual pressure.

This proved that the resentful spirit wasn't immune to attack. At least, it could be inferred that since he had been dragged into this alternate space, any reflection from the resentful spirit, aware and thus meticulously avoiding direct threats from firearm firepower, would occur.

Feng Yi didn't stop moving, slashing continuously with hand chops, trying to sever the unknown substance. Yet, his attacks missed again, the resentful spirit already aware of his potent threat, morphing into a vague form to evade Feng Yi's oppressive strikes.

If this was all it could do—with an almost immortal trait and an ability akin to invisibility—Feng Yi thought that the resentful spirit might be vulnerable to lightning beams. He braced himself, elevating his state to the First-Order limit...

Lightning suddenly writhed around him, followed by a tiger strike—a punch neither deviating left nor right, seeming to break through the haze to clear skies, striking the resentful spirit with what seemed a heart-pounding hit, making it howl ghastly again.

With just one move, Feng Yi's face had turned utterly pale, the attack far weaker than his normal peak state strikes, yet still surpassing all attacks combined till then.

"Die."

Ignoring his physical state, Feng Yi forcibly broke through to the limit he could achieve in the moment, maintaining it for perhaps less than a second, but that would have to suffice.

Zzz... Instantly, lightning arced violently from him, delivering a thunderous punch.

Whoosh! The resentful spirit suddenly vanished from in front of him, seeming to sense the threat and giving up its pursuit of Feng Yi.

But, it was easy to come by him, not so easy to leave. Feng Yi's punch virtually traveled through time and space, under Third Rhythm's lock, his form also vanished, stretching a punch eight thousand meters, shattering parallel planes to accurately hit the resentful spirit's corporeal body, blasting it from this alternate space straight into the material world plane.

The dim plane suddenly vanished, replaced by a blood-colored space-time. This was a world illusioned by Xiu Yi, where only Feng Yi's crushing punch remained unchanged, accurately hitting the resentful spirit's body.

The resentful spirit's throat emitted a series of eerie cackles, instantly dissolving into a wisp of smoke, completely vanishing into the void.

Feng Yi felt his chest burning intensely, his boiling blood as if it could steam dry his body, and he couldn't help but violently cough up blood.

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