The other companion beasts were just as adept as Yinghuo. They followed Destruction and Rebirth, firing sword strikes in a furious barrage that left Su Xinglian no room to breathe!
"That mixed-blood bastard has way too many tricks, doesn't he?"
Su Xinglian had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and everyone agreed on one thing: the more paths a person cultivated, the less proficient they would be in any of them.
Everyone's energy was limited.
Especially in the early stages of cultivation. During the first hundred thousand years, many people, apart from Illusory God cultivators, might not even touch the path of Dao Patterns. They focused solely on advancing their cultivation, nurturing a single Destiny Infant and pursuing a single Primordial Dao to attain the greatest possible strength.
Only after reaching three hundred thousand or five hundred thousand years of age, when their cultivation had hit a ceiling, would they explore other paths: studying Dao Formations, crafting dao treasures, refining dao pills, and so on...
Yet Li Tianming possessed the three great systems of the Primordial Chaos Clan, Star Realm Clan, and Ghost Gods. His methods were dazzling in their variety, and every one of them was deadly...
That could only mean Li Tianming was quite possibly more talented than Su Xinglian himself!
"Isn't he a survivor of a dead galaxy?"
Su Xinglian frowned deeply, his face darkening. He and Huayu had taken Li Tianming for a soft persimmon, but the longer the fight went on, the more alarmed he became.
Astral Realm. Pulse Field!
Li Tianming had seized control of the battlefield and dragged Su Xinglian into his own miniature universe. At the same time, his Primordial Chaos Pulse Field absorbed the dao spirits across the battlefield, leaving Su Xinglian with barely enough power to activate his Illusory