"How is it possible... my dream has natural physical immunity, how could it be instantly killed by this? Could it be that this guy isn't as simply physically brutal as it seems on the surface? Does it have some kind of special damage ability?"
Even though the current outcome was as clear as day, Wang Zhifan still couldn't quite believe what had just happened. While speeding up to escape, he pondered in his heart why the result turned out like this.
According to his original conjecture, his dream was likely just going to scratch the surface of that Corpse King, but he thought he could rely on the characteristics of his own physical-immunity phantom form to entangle the opponent. Even if he couldn't move it, he thought he could at least grossly annoy it, but he didn't expect it to be instantly countered with no chance for obstruction or entanglement at all.
