At the thought, Lu Yang smiled faintly, sat cross-legged in midair, and took out Two High-grade Spirit Stones. He circulated his cultivation method, absorbing spiritual energy to restore the True Qi in his body.
Deep beneath the earth, several drops of blood silently gathered, transforming into a blood-red figure no bigger than a thumb.
If that tiny figure were magnified ten thousand times, it would become clear that he was none other than Blood Soul Demon Lord!
But just as Lu Yang had guessed, that move, Cicada Shell Escape, had forced him to abandon most of his physical body and Primordial Spirit Power. Now, he was as weak as he could possibly be.
Forget a Peak King like Lu Yang, who had comprehended a trace of the power of the Dao. At this point, even a Sixth Realm Great Grandmaster could take his life!
After using Cicada Shell Escape, Blood Soul Demon Lord hid deep underground among the soil and rocks. He used a secret art to conceal the faint aura he had left, and waited in silence, just in case.
Just as Lu Yang had said, this was a test of patience.
Whoever lost patience first would lose the final victory in this battle.
"Hmph. My Blood Demon Shed His Shell technique has never failed me. Across the Nine Provinces, only Ji Tianjun has ever seen through it. Lu Yang, boy, you're still far too green compared to the Great Jun Heavenly Emperor!" Blood Soul Demon Lord sat cross-legged among the soil and rocks, as still as a grain of sand or a pebble, without a trace of vitality escaping him.
Just as he expected, with Lu Yang's current strength, there was no way he could detect him.
Even though Lu Yang released countless waves of Spiritual Sense every