The moment the battle began, Ling Tian crushed the Mirage Qi, mutated Purple Mist, and Death Nether Qi talismans. The mist billowed out, so thick it seemed almost solid. Within it, the cultivators on Li Huo's side saw their strength greatly diminished. Trying to catch up with Ling Tian, whose cultivation was on par with theirs and who excelled at movement techniques, was a pipe dream.
Although Li Huo's side could use Buddhist-attribute Immortal Spirit Stones to resist the Death Nether Qi, doing so consumed Mental Power. The mutated Purple Mist was also extremely overbearing; suppressing the surging blood and qi within their bodies would cost them Mental Power as well. So the longer the situation dragged on, the more it favored Ling Tian's side.
After half an incense stick's worth of fighting, Li Huo's side gradually realized the problem. But Ling Tian was alone and highly mobile, making him difficult to pin down.
"Young Master, we can't keep this up. Otherwise, our Mental Power will be exhausted sooner or later." Zhao Gao frowned and suggested, "Let's use the second plan and advance slowly."
Knowing Zhao Gao was right, Li Huo nodded. He sent those who excelled at movement techniques to continue the pursuit, while the main force advanced slowly. They split into many small groups, fanned out in every direction, then pushed forward in formation, gradually shrinking the space in which Ling Tian could move.
"Ling Tian, they've changed their tactics, just as expected. They're closing in on you." Po Qiong's voice rang out, full of amusement. "Tsk, tsk. Splitting into groups and advancing slowly—not bad. And they've got a backup plan, too. Looks like Li Huo and the others haven't been idle all these years. They've come up with plenty of ways to deal with you."
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