Hissing, demonic blood filth constantly bubbled out from the grey vortex, trying to encircle and annihilate Lu Xiaotian. This time, Ji Yuanzhu absorbed his previous lessons and left Lu Xiaotian no way out, directly forcing him into a head-on collision to consume his actual strength as much as possible.
Otherwise, if this drawn-out battle continued, his own consumption would far exceed Lu Xiaotian's, and the one eventually exhausted to death would likely be himself.
With what manner of discernment was Ji Yuanzhu endowed, he naturally would not let Lu Xiaotian have his way, and immediately employed a great divine ability in an attempt to seal Lu Xiaotian within a certain range.
Yet at the same time, Lu Xiaotian's true body flickered, splitting into layers of illusory shadows. From within those five illusory and wondrous gates, a phantasmagoric avatar also appeared from each, looking identical to Lu Xiaotian.
Under the four-sided encirclement of the giant pythons manifested from the twelve streams of demonic blood filth, illusions continually collapsed without meeting any truly formidable resistance, one after another being crushed to powder.
The advance of the twelve grey giant pythons was extremely smooth, yet in Ji Yuanzhu's heart there was instead a somewhat ominous feeling. As the encirclement grew smaller and smaller, he still failed to encounter any decent resistance. By the time the last phantom dissipated, how could Ji Yuanzhu not know that Lu Xiaotian's true body had already broken free.
Having expended immense energy to orchestrate such an encirclement, it had unexpectedly failed to play the slightest role, and Ji Yuanzhu felt so depressed he wanted to vomit blood. The treacherous and mutable nature of Lu Xiaotian's methods, along with this new divine ability he employed, was something Ji Yuanzhu had never seen nor heard of, no matter how well-informed