"You won't be so lucky next time." The Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse gave a cold snort. When experts clashed, the slightest lapse in concentration could lead to a devastating outcome. Their cultivation levels were nearly equal, but in terms of true strength, Muye Hongchen was still somewhat stronger than her. After all, the Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse could display her current combat power only because the Sealing Spirit Corpse Bottle played an extremely crucial role, whereas Muye Hongchen's strength came almost entirely from himself.
It wasn't that the Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse's talent was inferior to Muye Hongchen's. Rather, as members of the Headless White Corpse race, they were innately disadvantaged compared with a dragon like Muye Hongchen, whose talent was likewise extraordinary.
Especially when Muye Hongchen had been distracted and exposed an opening just now, taking a strike from the Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse's corpse whip, yet he had still relied on his protective treasure and the might of his dragon body to endure it head-on. If the Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse had taken a strike from him instead, the outcome would probably have been entirely different.
"If I hadn't entered your Sealing Spirit Corpse Bottle, what could you have done to me even if I took two or three more strikes, let alone one?" Muye Hongchen snorted coldly. Although nothing had happened to him, his mood was far from good.
The Hundred-Strange Infant Corpse might be unable to do anything to him, but Muye Hongchen could no longer spare enough people to block the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin Beast race's successive killing moves—especially that Formation-Breaking Talisman. Once the formation was broken, the consequences would be disastrous. Yet now that the enemy's killing move had already been unleashed, he no longer had the time to deal with it.
Lu Xiaotian, sitting cross-legged inside the formation,