With Ling Tian, Fairy Meng Shang, and the others protecting them, Chi Xue and Po Tian had no way to eliminate Fei Peng and the others. As the Small World shrank, their room to maneuver dwindled, and the advantage of their Phantom Clones diminished along with it.
Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, several hundred more years passed.
After all this time, Feng Ying's Small World had shrunk to just a few million zhang across. Ling Tian and the others could even see one another from one side to the other. That meant Chi Xue and Po Tian had nowhere left to hide.
"Ling Tian, this Small World is tiny now. Chi Xue and the others have nowhere to run. Should we go after them now?" Fairy Sword Ji asked, gazing at Ling Tian with eager anticipation.
"No need. Let's keep waiting for the Small World to shrink, until our archery skills can reach their greatest effect," Ling Tian said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile. "Then we'll attack them with our archery skills. I wonder how long they'll be able to dodge."
"I reckon they'll charge straight at us and fight to the death by then. It'd be too humiliating for them otherwise," Gu Ao said with a laugh, his face alight with amusement. "We still have more than ten people on our side, while they only have two. They're no match for us in a head-on fight. And now that the Small World is so tiny, Phantom Clones don't give them much of an advantage. Your archery skills or all kinds of spells could easily destroy them, Brother Ling."
"Exactly. They don't stand a chance." Qian Jun chimed in. At last, he had a chance to eliminate Chi Xue and Po Tian,