There was such a conspicuous gap between the drunkard and Wandong — the drunkard boasted a martial cultivation of spiritual energy at the fourth level, which doubled the level of Wandong. If they had been fighting by virtue of that, Wandong could hardly defeat him, even with the help of his own Taoist energy. Nevertheless, while observing the drunkard's moves for a while, Wandong had long gone the hold of his flaws. Compounded with the drunkard's all-out utilization of his spiritual energy in the hope of getting out of the dire straits, it was no different from asking for death. It was guaranteed that Wandong could defeat him.
Wandong mobilized his Taoist energy, whose operation kicked off at full speed right away. And a cluster of golden rays darted from Wandong's palms. On seeing that, the drunkard's heart beat fast, with an unprecedented hellish foreboding possessing his mind.
However, it was too late for him to have realized the hazard. A muffled sound went off, with palms of both sides crashing into each other in the air. The drunkard was about to mobilize his spiritual energy to invade into Wandong's body when a formidable suction struck in in an overwhelming manner. Half of the spiritual energy that he concentrated on his palm got absorbed by Wandong helplessly.
Having been engaged in duels with numerous opponents, the drunkard was no stranger to martial marvels. However, it was the very first time that he had ever encountered such a weird scene. The drunkard appeared utterly appalled and baffled.
With quite a bit of hands-on experience, he intended to withdraw his hand the moment he found the odds were against him. Nonetheless, perspirations cascaded down his forehead as he struggled to take his hand back. To his fear, he couldn't get it back as if it had adhered to Wandong's palm.
However, something more horrible came hot on the heals. An eerie and threatening force rushed into his body abruptly, and his spiritual energy, led by the mysterious force, flooded into Wandong's body as if it had checkmated. Every attempt he made to stop that ended up a failure.
"What…What are you doing?" The drunkard asked in agitation and fear, completely deranged.
Wandong let out a sneer and asked in a ghastly tone, "Don't tell me a guy like you are afraid of death."
The drunkard was indeed a man of sacrifice cultivated by the Qinglong Gang. Speaking of death, it was just a matter of time for them, and he might not dread it. However, Wandong's horrifying martial techniques, which could suck him to death, compounded with the fear of the unknown, scared him to death. As the mankind was imbued with fear for such bizarre and hellish things.
"What in the world is that?" Ma Yi wondered, equally baffled by the baffling spectacle.
Fully aware of the drunkard's martial competence, Ma Yi believed that he shouldn't have ended up under such a serious disadvantage. Granted that Wandong had identified his weak link, he could have by all means turned the tables by virtue of his formidable spiritual energy, which went way beyond Wandong. In the worst scenario, he could have only ended up slightly wounded. However, within just one move, the drunkard broke down through and through. Now he looked as if he had been a fish in Wandong's hand, at the mercy of the latter. Ma Yi just couldn't for the life of him make that out.