At the moment, in the battlefield, Lin Dong and the phantom beast stood facing each other.
The two hadn't made a move, but ever since their eyes met, they had already started a psychic battle.
"Next, let us decide who's superior with our mental power!"
Lin Dong shouted in a deep voice, slowly raising his hands. Between his palms, a faint light began to condense — a manifestation of his mental power.
The phantom beast let out a low growl, seemingly sensing Lin Dong's determination, and likewise, mobilized the vast mental power within itself.
Instantly, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. Two torrents of mental power collided fiercely, erupting with a deafening boom.
The fight immediately entered a fever pitch. Lin Dong unleashed a "Psychic Storm"; countless tiny thoughts intertwined like sharp blades, weaving into a densely packed web that surged towards the phantom beast.
