Formation Plates
Éditeur: Dragon Boat Translation
Li Ming felt an excruciating pain in his head, as if a needle had been ruthlessly stabbed into his brain. At the same time, the water-drop sword was suddenly thrown into chaos.
"This is only the lowest-level yin fiend. It only has one ability, and it is this divine sense spike that you are currently experiencing." The tablet spirit sneered as it said, "Don't tell me you can't even handle this."
Then, another divine sense spike hit Li Ming.
Although his divine sense was massive, he had no idea how to use it. Even with the divine sense he had, if he did not know how to use it, then it was no different from a waste of resources.
When it came to divine sense attacks, divine sense defenses, and so on, he was absolutely clueless.
His brain felt like it had been stabbed twice by a dagger, and he felt sharp, harrowing pain.