Lin Mo's initial shock of the phantoms' incorporeal nature quickly gave way to his focused calm. The lesson of the waterfall was still fresh in his mind. Something along the lines of, 'don't fight the nature of the opponent, harmonize with it'.
The opponents before him were beings of pure starlight qi. It stood to reason that only his own starlight qi could interact with them.
The first few exchanges he had with them were clumsy. He would infuse too much qi, wasting the precious reserves from his four nodes for a single strike. Or if not that, it would be too little, causing his spear to pass through with minimal effect.
The phantoms were relentless, making their attacks flow from one to the next without any breathing room, forcing him to constantly move, dodge, and counter.
He understood. This was giving him a different kind of pressure from the waterfall. The waterfall was a constant, crushing force. The phantoms were an unpredictable storm of attacks from all angles.
