Rong Xiuyuan knew it clearly in his heart: in a head-on confrontation, he was absolutely no match for Cao Feiyu.
All his previous arrangements—whether using illusions to trigger Cao Feiyu's inner demons or controlling phantoms to besiege and exhaust her—had been meant to circumvent the gap in cultivation and achieve the greatest results at the smallest cost.
He had never been the type skilled at clashing head-on. Concealment, illusions, assassination, and attrition were his fighting style.
Now, his greatest reliance, his illusions, had been broken by Chen Fei's strange light mirror.
Cao Feiyu had already broken free from the illusion. Burning with fury and radiating killing intent, she could precisely lock onto his true body. If he continued fighting, Cao Feiyu's fierce sword light would wear him away bit by bit.
With the power of the illusion gone and no hope of winning through brute force, fleeing directly was the best course of action.
With his thoughts settled, his resolve to flee grew firmer. So long as he escaped into the depths of the ruin, where the demonic qi was thicker, the terrain more complicated, and more lingering restrictions might remain, he would be entering his natural hunting ground.
He could lie dormant again and seek another opportunity, or simply abandon these two hard bones and hunt other intruders who would be easier to take down.
Yet though he wanted to leave, someone was unwilling to let him.
"Where do you think you're going!"
A clear, feminine shout brimming with killing intent exploded like thunder, instantly catching up to and drowning out the shrill sound of Rong Xiuyuan tearing through the air as he fled.
Previously, trapped within the illusion, she had possessed cultivation but nowhere to use it, leaving her utterly stifled.
Now, with Chen Fei's help, she had