In the blink of an eye, Wang Ziqing had vanished without a trace. Even with Lu Xiaotian's powerful Primordial Spirit, he could only sense a relatively indistinct figure moving among the stretches of lightning vines. If his Primordial Spirit were any weaker, he probably would not have been able to determine her exact location without first forcing her out through various means. Under such circumstances, fighting her would naturally leave him extremely passive.
Of course, in an intense battle, his opponent might not have been able to conceal herself so perfectly.
The vine-armored figures around him grew more numerous. Lightning coiled around their bodies, and one thunderfire saber after another came slashing down. In the blink of an eye, the area had become a sea of thunder and fire.
Within this sea of thunder and fire, the interweaving lightning and flames were once again weaving new lightning vines.
The power of three laws fused, separated, and alternated, unexpectedly giving rise to countless variations.
Even though Lu Xiaotian considered himself perhaps no weaker than his opponent in this regard, he still could not help feeling as if his eyes had been opened.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian had no time to keep circling with Wang Ziqing. Her methods were indeed extraordinary. Her attacks were stronger than those of Pi Xiu, and she was remarkably tenacious as well. However, her defenses were inferior to the black-flame fireballs that had surrounded Pi Xiu from the outside, while Wang Ziqing's method of concealing her form was also extremely ingenious.
Even if the silver-haired elder Pi Xiu and the other fiends were here, finding Wang Ziqing would have been no easy task. For them, dealing with Wang Ziqing would have been no easier than dealing with Lu Xiaotian.
They might even have suffered more casualties.