The three armored soldiers formed a battle array around Xu Yi, weapons manifesting in their hands as they guarded him so thoroughly that not even wind or rain could penetrate. They even began fighting back against the hundreds of Ten Directions Weeping Ghosts.
"I said I'd defeat you in three moves, and three moves it'll be."
Cao Mengqi shouted.
In his eyes, Suijie was already a caged bird and a fish caught in a net. He had firmly restrained him, and now his Ten Directions Weeping Ghosts had surrounded him on all sides.
This was also the usual course of a battle against a Third Realm of Domain expert: the domains canceled each other out, and in the end, divine arts decided the victor.
The Ten Directions Weeping Ghosts he cultivated were immensely powerful. Best of all, they were nearly impossible to wipe out.
Even if he had to wear his opponent down by sheer force, he was confident he could exhaust Suijie's Witch Power.
As the fight went on, Cao Mengqi's confidence gradually began to fade. The three armored soldiers were far more ferocious than he had expected. After hundreds of ghost-king-level evil ghosts had attacked them for so long, they still hadn't broken through. He activated a secret art and redirected the assault, barely managing to destroy one armored soldier—but it immediately vanished and reappeared.
He had never heard of a divine art like this. Even more baffling, after fighting for so long, Xu Yi showed no sign of being exhausted.
He'd thought Xu Yi would be defeated the moment he entered the fray. Who could have guessed the battle would turn into a stalemate?
If the fight dragged on like this, even victory would leave him humiliated.
"How laughable. If this counts as three moves, then someone's