Zhan Wuji's eyes still burned with raging battle intent.
Only, within that battle intent, a few traces of his former arrogance and overweening disdain had already vanished.
That utterly genuine head-on clash just now, that contest of pure strength and will, had thoroughly woken him up.
Zhan Wuji was a Combat Enthusiast, but he was not a brainless brute.
He loved battle, enjoyed battle, and was even addicted to that thrill of surpassing his limits in battle.
But that did not mean he would be stupid enough to go throw his life away when he knew he was bound to lose, just as he would not be arrogant enough to challenge a true Heavenly Lord.
After clearly recognizing the gap in strength between himself and Chen Fei, he would no longer foolishly charge up alone to take a beating.
He liked battle, but he liked victory even more.
"Facing him alone, all of us are finished." Zhan Wuji's voice carried a hint of unwillingness.
"This kid is damned strange. That cultivation technique of his seems able to devour the ninth-layer rule power to strengthen himself. Fighting him here, the more he fights, the stronger he gets, while we have to divert our energy to resist the pressure. One rises as the other falls—there's simply no fight to be had."
Zhan Wuji's gaze passed through the layers of light barriers and landed on Ling Qingxue.
"Now isn't the time to talk about rules like one-on-one duels. You and I, plus He Jinchuan—if the three of us join hands, we can drive him out first. Otherwise, once he catches his breath, if we go up one by one, he'll break us down one at a time and eliminate all of us."
Through the transmission of his dharma avatar, Zhan Wuji's words clearly