Gong Qi had come to a realization: within the Blood Soul Temple Field, the opponent's power circulation and corresponding rules had already formed a closed loop. It was equivalent to fighting inside a hostile Extraordinary Domain.
This was a strategic setback. The basic starting conditions were already difficult to change or reverse. Under such circumstances, while bearing the corresponding pressure, he had to devise countermeasures, starting with tactical details and reclaiming the initiative as much as possible.
Taking the initiative did not mean charging in recklessly. On the contrary, Gong Qi's approach became more conservative. The greatest benefit of a conservative approach was maintaining a clear head, curbing expenditure, and allocating resources as precisely as possible to deal with any changes that might follow...
That was how it should have been in theory.
Yet after a round of exchanges, that was not what Gong Qi felt. On the contrary, the expenditure was clearly greater than he had estimated. The most likely explanation was that the high temperature, high pressure, and corresponding law environment of the Blood Soul Temple Field could suppress him more strongly and inflict greater losses.
And as one side declined, the other rose.
Gong Qi did not press the advantage. He kept his eyes on Madam Harold, watching the changes in her condition.
The woman opposite him was declining in Qi and Blood intensity, yet her cohesion and sharpness were rising rather than falling. Oh, her Qi and Blood had been replenished from the Blood Soul Temple Field. Was she planning to fight a war of attrition?
No, that was not right. Judging from her mental state, this woman's motives were far from simple.
Half-mocking and half-testing, Gong Qi said, "Body and mind as a blade, the field as a furnace, with me here fanning the flames