Within several miles around Xiaotiannan, gale-force winds howled like blades. Countless blade forces churned heaven and earth into a murky haze. Wherever one looked, there was nothing but endless blade qi—a wild and murderous domain of blades.
Ao Du, the Ghost King fighting Xiaotiannan, spread his arms and stretched out his neck, resembling a colossal mantis. His two long arms, whose elbows had originally protruded abnormally, had now transformed into a pair of slender giant sickles. Only his face remained unchanged from before. Beneath that cold, blue-green countenance, his blood-red eyes seethed with killing intent.
The instant Ao Du moved, a string of afterimages remained behind him. Even Lu Xiaotian found his vision blurred when he looked over. This was not an illusion like those created by the mirage wolf; it was caused by speed reaching the extreme.
The True-Illusory Ice Eyes mainly served to dispel illusions. Against the Ghost King Ao Du, whose speed had reached such a level, even Lu Xiaotian's use of the True-Illusory Ice Eyes had little effect. Xiaotiannan and Ao Du battled fiercely as one.
Lv Wenhua's silvery-white sparse hair stood on end, while his face had turned an emerald green. He spread both hands toward the heavens, and endless fallen leaves rustled down. Dozens of green vines as thick as thighs seemed like chains linking heaven and earth. In Lv Wenhua's palms, emerald-green whirlpools took shape one after another. They looked like bolts of lightning, yet carried the aura of wood.
"The Dao-True Wood Heart Extreme-Life Thunder! I never imagined Fellow Daoist Lv had actually cultivated this. Our human race has great hope in this battle!" When Ji Qianshui saw Lv Wenhua use the Dao-Extreme Spirit Vines as his foundation to refine the Dao-True Wood Heart Extreme-Life Thunder—a thunder art that could be contained