"*sigh*..." Lin Fei took deep breaths, his forehead covered with dense beads of sweat.
He had not expected such great spiritual damage to himself; no wonder the Sword Canon had given warnings before the battle. Now, it seemed, the severity was indeed serious, far beyond any of the previous trial battles.
The impact and shockwave of the suicide explosion by the woman in the black dress, filled with an intent of despair, were something Lin Fei had never seen before and had no idea how to defend against; he could only passively endure it. In terms of horror, it was far worse than his encounter with Sula Bei'er. Especially the last self-destructive move, which was too sudden. That kind of power almost instantly covered the entire Sword Canon Space with the explosion of flesh and blood, utterly indefensible.