A Choice
"What an incredible formation. It can even borrow the power of space and make it its own." Ye Qianxun's pupils suddenly contracted.
Though he had calmly blocked Ye Qianxun's strike, Lu Xiaotian felt no joy. This was only an appetizer; Ye Qianxun would not be so easy to deal with.
To block Ye Qianxun's casual strike just now, Lu Xiaotian had seemed to handle it with ease, but in truth, he had used every ounce of his strength. Even with the formation in motion, controlling the purple lightning and earth-lung fire in the void to burn open the space here was no easy feat.
Lu Xiaotian's heart sank. Ye Qianxun's attacks would only grow stronger, and he had no idea how he would handle them. Yet aside from watching Ye Qianxun make his move, he had no better option.
Ye Qianxun was also extremely cautious. From Lu Xiaotian's outward appearance, he could not tell what his true strength was or how many trump cards he had. Even as a Mahayana Realm powerhouse, Ye Qianxun had repeatedly suffered setbacks at Lu Xiaotian's hands. If the Heaven-reaching Devil Lord had not summoned the Icefeather Luanfeng to rescue him from the Land of Sunken Souls, Ye Qianxun himself had no idea when he would have escaped.
Past experience had taught Ye Qianxun not to underestimate the Lu Xiaotian before him, despite the gulf of one major realm between them.
But with the astonishing spiritual energy leaking from the passage connecting Mo Yuyan and the two-tailed demon wolf to the Red Firmament Heavenly Vehicle Realm growing stronger by the moment, Ye Qianxun knew he could not afford to delay.
Ye Qianxun swept a hand through the air, sending several sword shadows surging toward Lu Xiaotian. The swords streaked across the sky, and