Catch him off guard, strike where he was unprepared.
After their exchange, the Demon Flood Dragon King had, in truth, already formed a rough understanding of Fairy Yutong's strength.
To be fair, this woman was indeed far, far stronger than him.
Even if she was not quite equal to the Asura of those years, she was absolutely no weaker than a True Immortal.
One-on-one, he definitely could not beat her—but did that mean he was fated to lose this battle?
Not necessarily!
One had to know that many factors could affect the outcome of a magical duel.
It was not as if the stronger party would always win for certain. Otherwise, how could there be such a thing as the weak defeating the strong?
And with this sneak attack, he had already used every ounce of his strength and unleashed the skill he kept at the bottom of his chest. He did not need to kill Fairy Yutong here in one blow; as long as he could heavily injure her, his goal would be achieved.
For a moment, demonic energy surged like a tide, and the chaotic Laws of Heaven and Earth all came wildly pouring toward Fairy Yutong at once.
In the blink of an eye, they were about to drown her.
It had to be said that this time, the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King had indeed seized the timing with exquisite precision.
Yet on Fairy Yutong's face, there was not the slightest trace of fear.
She raised her right hand, and an Immortal Sword as thin as a cicada's wing appeared.
She reached out lightly and grasped it.
Then Li Yutong's figure blurred slightly.
Likewise, she transformed into several dozen figures.
"This..."
The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King stared, tongue-tied. The other party had actually used a