Abbot Ji is keeping quiet. Does he have other thoughts? Sijian Dao looked left and right, failing to find any trace of Dan Bing either, and was unable to ask Uncle Wushan at the moment.
Although the Mahayana ancestor has not arrived in person, I'm afraid this single phantom attack alone is not something the few of us can join forces to take. Abbot Ji shook his head and said.
What does that mean? Although King Dan Lu's methods are fierce, I see that if the few of us join forces, we should be about equal to him, perhaps even slightly superior. However, we each have our own schemes in joining forces; when it truly comes to a fight, there's no telling who will win and who will lose. The Vulture-Turtle Demon said with a touch of bafflement.
You cannot calculate it that way. The few of us joining forces might be able to put up a fight against Lu Xiaotian, but if we fight a Mahayana-stage senior like this, we will undoubtedly lose.
Abbot Ji shook his head and said, The reason the Mahayana stage is formidable is by no means as simple as having more refined magic power. Suppression in realm is also a factor that cannot be ignored. Just this aura alone makes our hearts grow timid before the battle has even begun. Being able to display seventy or eighty percent of our full strength is already quite good. I just don't know what method Lu Xiaotian used to withstand the senior's suppression in realm.
To be able to do this, either his primordial spirit has strengthened to a certain degree, or he has extraordinary magical treasures on him. I'd wager it is mostly the latter. Xuan Zun's gaze turned cold, the greed in his eyes flashing