The son of the Mist Emperor had missed his best chance to escape. Now he had no choice but to fight Li Tianming.
Phantasm Patterns surged from the Primordial God Seed on his body, forming a gray shrine wreathed in cloud and mist!
White, translucent figures flickered within it, letting out shrieks that made scalps tingle.
Aurora warned Li Tianming, "Be careful. The twin blades he carries are the Soul Qi Blade and the Phantom Dawn Blade. One strengthens soul attacks, the other intensifies the deception of illusions. Both are Heavenly Venerate-grade treasures."
"Also, he's a tenth-stage Dao Ancestor—a formidable opponent for you. He commands a top-tier Unheaven-grade Illusory God, the Mist-Dissolving Dream Shrine Illusory God, which specializes in controlling souls and inducing illusions."
Li Tianming's lips curled. "I specialize in beating flashy tricks like that. He's only a tenth-stage Dao Ancestor. Cultivators who couldn't meet the Heavenly Emperor Sect's standards must be a notch weaker in actual combat."
With three Little Sixes guarding his brain astral organ, Li Tianming could completely ignore immaterial methods aimed at his soul.
"Come on, then!" Li Tianming roared and charged again.
"If you want to die, I'll oblige!" A vicious glint flashed in the son of the Mist Emperor's eyes.
The Soul Qi Blade and Phantom Dawn Blade clashed with the broken blades of the East Emperor Twin Swords, ringing again and again.
It was more than a head-on exchange. The eerie figures in his Mist-Dissolving Dream Shrine Illusory God kept unleashing shrieks that stabbed at the soul.
But apart from driving away everyone fighting nearby and opening up the battlefield around them, those shrieks did nothing to Li Tianming!
They were like a clay ox sinking into the sea!
"Impossible! No one can remain completely unaffected by my Illusory God!" the son