The sinister aura inside the blood-red bell soon began to waver, and the Liao Ape Ghost King's expression changed drastically. The Misty Sword Formation alone forced him to defend with all his strength, yet now he also had to divert a great deal of energy to fend off the Fanluo Spiritfire.
Lu Xiaotian needed only his divine sense to control the Fanluo Spiritfire; its power came from the flames themselves. But using the blood-red bell required the Liao Ape Ghost King to supply both divine sense and magical power. Without the latter, the ghost artifact could not unleash much of its might.
The Misty Sword Formation alone had forced the Liao Ape Ghost King to go all out. Now he had to split his attention between the Fire Luan illusion and that terrifying blue-white spiritfire. Though it resembled the Fanluo Spiritfire, its destructive power was worlds apart.
"Damn that Cave Ape! He didn't even figure out what the other guy was capable of. He can die for all I care, but now he's dragged me into this too." The Liao Ape Ghost King seethed. If he'd known things would turn out like this, he never should have listened to the Cave Ape Ghost King's instigation.
With his attention divided, the magical power and divine sense he devoted to the Misty Sword Formation inevitably weakened.
"Not good!" By the time the Liao Ape Ghost King realized what was happening, a flying sword had already cleaved apart a ghost head wreathed in black flames. Another sword darted in through the opening. The Liao Ape Ghost King felt astonishing Sword Qi rushing toward him. A chill flashed across his waist, and his lower body fell away.
The Liao Ape Ghost King was so terrified that his soul nearly fled his body. He hurriedly