"You old crocodile, we meet again." Ji Ting smiled faintly. Outside the giant thunder ball stood the countless troops of the Dead Extreme Floating Palace, yet Ji Ting did not deign to look at them.
Lu Xiaotian breathed a secret sigh of relief. It seemed these two factions had clashed before. Being enemies was for the best.
Though the possibility of Yan Ji directly moving against him was not high, her strength was simply incomparable to his. With the two sides entangled and Yan Ji's recent behavior proving inscrutable, a string inside Lu Xiaotian's heart naturally remained tightly drawn.
At least this now demonstrated the antagonistic relationship between Yan Ji and the Dead Extreme Floating Palace.
"In our previous battles, neither of you and I could claim victory. You've come at a good time today. Since you dare to brazenly force your way into the Floating Palace, you might as well leave your life here." The Wei Tong Demon Crocodile's eyes were like crimson lightning, and two beams of red light struck toward Ji Ting without the slightest gap in timing.
This crimson light carried an astonishing aura of death, seemingly the accumulated grievance and deathly energy of countless living beings burned to ash amid raging flames.
"So many years have passed, and you old crocodile still haven't improved much. Truly disappointing."
Faced with this ferocious and peerless strike, Ji Ting shook his head in absolute disdain. A ripple of ghostly shadows flickered over his body, and then the shadow of a bat-headed, scorpion-tailed beast opened its mouth wide, seeming to devour everything as he swallowed those two astonishing beams of red light directly into his stomach.
Lu Xiaotian's heart gave a jolt of shock. As Yan Ji's most elite commander of the Golden-Threaded Bat-Scorpions, Ji Ting's strength was indeed