Zhao Tianliu's body was surrounded by flickering earthy-yellow halos, his figure turning a blur. A sneer curled the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth; although the Zhao clan's illusion techniques were wondrous, even for him right now, it would take a bit of effort to distinguish them without using the True Illusion Ice Eyes. However, the wind-type giant was not a mortal body; no matter how wondrous the illusion technique Zhao Tianliu executed was, it was like playing the lute to a cow.
Yet the single-target strength of the wind-type golden person was equivalent to three grand cultivators of true intent combined. How could Zhao Tianliu possibly withstand it with the strength of a single person? Seeing that fierce-wind-like saber Qi surging down, Zhao Tianfang's expression changed instantly. Just as he was about to step in to save him, the thunder-type giant swung its long saber horizontally at the right moment, and rumbling muffled thunder rolled through the air. Zhao Tianfang's brow jumped; however unwilling he felt in his heart, at this moment he could only watch as that tempest-like saber Qi slashed into the sprawling patches of earthy-yellow halos.
With a hum, the sprawling patches of earthy-yellow halos directly scattered, revealing a huge earth ball in the middle. Inside the earth ball was none other than Zhao Tianliu, who was currently holding the earth-type illusion mirror in both hands and desperately resisting the long saber slashed down by the cyan-wind giant. Under the ravaging of the saber Qi, that earth ball was already covered in cracks, and the cracks were growing larger and larger. Meanwhile, Zhao Tianliu inside the earth ball had already been grazed on his body by the faint saber Qi seeping through the crevices, and in the blink of an eye, several bloody gasps had appeared on