However.
The next moment, when he sensed that Wei Tu's condition had only "improved slightly," more like a "bluff," the panic in his heart instantly vanished, replaced by a secret sneer.
"I have no high-grade pills to replenish my mana and heal my wounds... Do you, junior? Aren't you just like me, forced to endure it?"
A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Undisturbed, he continued forming hand seals, burning the blood essence and vital energy of his body as he drove his three great treasures at full force to besiege Wei Tu.
Even taking ten thousand steps back—
Even if Wei Tu truly still had some strength left, he would have to gamble on it before he could retreat willingly.
With such excellent treasures before him, how could an old hand of the cultivation world like him be frightened off by Wei Tu's few words?
Just as Purple-Faced Daoist had expected.
After they remained locked in combat for a while longer, Wei Tu, who was "strong on the outside but weak within," finally began to falter. Though the "demonic flood dragon" he had transformed into possessed both offense and defense, it had always struggled to escape the encirclement of the three treasures... After struggling and churning the seas for a moment, it was already on the verge of being captured alive by his [Binding Corpse Rope].
"It seems this boy does not possess any Great Ascension secret treasure capable of killing me in return." Watching this scene, Purple-Faced Daoist felt secretly relieved, yet also disappointed.
The lack of a counter-killing method meant that what he gained after killing Wei Tu would very likely fall far short of his expectations.
Yet even now.
Purple-Faced Daoist still did not dare let down his guard. His true body remained far away, and