Lu Feng fled in blind panic, evading the two elders' interception. The instant he shook them off, he abruptly discovered that the surrounding Mist Shroud had already formed an eerie spiritual vortex, closing in around him layer upon layer, growing denser by the moment.
Most fatal of all, his entire body was still being eroded by Chen Shuanghua's icy force. He had no strength at all to cleave through this formation.
Of two evils, choose the lesser!
Lu Feng forcibly steadied his mind and did his utmost to resist and purge the freezing force within his body.
Fortunately, he had Extreme Yang Qi protecting him, and he had only recently cultivated the Godslaughter Ancient Force, giving him no small degree of mastery over hidden force.
At last, just before that chill could damage his foundation, he successfully contained and dissolved that portion of force.
This left Lu Feng profoundly shocked by the terrifying strength Chen Shuanghua possessed.
Against such an existence, forget a sneak attack—even facing her head-on, he would likely have no more than a forty to fifty percent chance of coping in his current haste.
The time he had lost tending to his wounds gave the formation an opening. The surrounding Mist Shroud had become so dense that it was nearly swallowing him whole, while the Extreme Yang Qi shielding his body was being consumed at a frenzied pace.
Lu Feng's consciousness gradually began to blur. It was no longer the drunkenness from before washing over him; he truly felt a few traces of dizzy, intoxicated disorientation, muddled and dazed.
Yet because he remained guarded in his heart and knew full well that he was within an illusion array, the final line of defense in his mind held firm. He was not forced by the formation into all