Although the Primordial Spirit body of the dark teal man was sealed outside, he still had a wondrous sense of what was happening inside Ao Ming's dragon body. Sensing that Lu Xiaotian's attacks had grown dense and unrelenting, the dark teal man couldn't help sighing inwardly. This Dragon Clan brat was truly difficult to deal with; he had found a way to break the stalemate so quickly.
A colony of ants could bring down an elephant, and the Golden Immortal-level dragon before him was certainly no weak ant. Lu Xiaotian was using something like a battle of attrition, ensuring that the man's divine sense inside Ao Ming's body couldn't get even a moment's respite.
Lu Xiaotian would inevitably suffer some losses under this unceasing assault, but those losses were well within what he could bear. The divine sense the dark teal man had left inside Ao Ming, on the other hand, was dwindling with every bit it spent amid its extreme fatigue.
Even under such unfavorable circumstances, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate for three years. To beings of their level, three years were no more than the blink of an eye. But with their clash continuing almost without pause, the process had become exceedingly long.
When yet another wisp of divine sense was extinguished by Lu Xiaotian, parts of the unfathomable poison barrier inside the white dragon were already left without anyone directing them. Its defenses remained formidable, yet under the dense, all-pervading assault from Lu Xiaotian's side, it kept revealing flaws. Several spots in succession were torn open, leaving tiny gaps.
"What a pity!" As the power of the blood laws entered slowly and steadily through the openings, the dark teal man's Primordial Spirit sighed inwardly. Most of the gaps had been left deliberately by him.