Gu Yu's face turned ashen as he saw the Yin Yang Practitioner approaching calmly and tried to muster his Mana, only to be horrified to discover that the meridians within his body were blocked and congealed, with the circulation of Spiritual Energy sluggish and incredibly painful whenever it moved through his acupoints.
If he previously had sixty percent of his strength, now only thirty percent remained.
"You've been struck by my Xun Ling Needle, I'm afraid you can hardly muster any strength."
The Yin Yang Practitioner waved his hand, and the gold-and-blood laced flecks of light retreated to his side, swirling around him—each one a slender needle-shaped Magic Artifact.
He took advantage of unequal information to execute a major move right from the start.
