The Seven-Colored Skynet Umbrella bore Seven-Colored Skynet Spirit Lights, each one equivalent to a top-grade binding magic treasure.
It left Ye Jingcheng trapped within as though sunk in a mire, making it extraordinarily difficult for him to move.
Seizing this opportunity, five spirit phantoms identical to Lan Li appeared around him. Dense Jiaolong Scales gradually began to cover those phantoms as well.
Before long, unless one looked closely, it was impossible to tell the difference between these spirit phantoms and Lan Li's true body.
They roared as one and transformed into blue rainbows, shooting forth. Even Ye Jingcheng's expression changed at that moment. He repeatedly activated the Grand Origin Golden Body, condensing his flesh into a golden man. Beneath the secret art, he also activated Spirit Command, covering himself in a layer of scales.
The Heaven Fixing Treasure Mirror was also brought forth.
Dense golden light shattered the Seven-Colored Spirit Lights one by one. Facing the Jiaolong body, Ye Jingcheng darted up and down, using the Profound Wind Spirit Step to evade five attacks. Yet the final claw swept across Ye Jingcheng's shoulder.
It tore away nearly half the flesh there, exposing shocking blood and bone.
Ye Jingcheng's teeth ground with a creak. The intense pain twisted his face.
Even with the body-refining cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator, how could he compare with a fifth order peak Jiaolong?
"Hmph, you do have some skill!" Seeing that Ye Jingcheng could still barely activate spirit talismans to pull away, Lan Li could not help but snort coldly.
His smugness was written all over his face.
In his eyes, the heavily injured Ye Jingcheng's Nascent Soul escaping was merely a matter of time.
He only needed to be wary of the other party's Nascent Soul fleeing.
And at that moment, Wu Fa