Until now, Ling Tian and the others had been struggling over how to capture the Xuan Yin Body and his brother alive. After all, they were very interested in the Thorn Alliance's sect-defending techniques and secret arts. Now that they had captured the Hao Yang Body, who knew almost as much as the Xuan Yin Body, Ling Tian and the others had achieved their goal. They no longer had any scruples. They could deal with the Xuan Yin Body while capturing Sword Feather.
The arena was still shrouded in thick fog, and the Xuan Yin Body couldn't see where Ling Tian and the others were. Although the secret art that unlocked his potential had greatly increased his strength, even the strongest person was useless if he couldn't find his opponent. And after one attack after another, his energy was running lower and lower.
A secret art that unlocked one's potential couldn't make a cultivator conjure extra Divine Yuan Power or Mental Power out of thin air. If anything, it made them expend even more. Once the art wore off, the cultivator's condition would be even worse: at best, he would be physically and mentally exhausted; at worst, severely injured, and it would take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to recover.
"Hey, Ling Tian, he can't find you. Even if he self-destructs, he won't know where to aim." Po Tian's voice rang out in Ling Tian's mind. "Once his secret art wears off, he'll be in even worse shape. Capturing him will be even easier."
Naturally, capturing the Xuan Yin Body would be ideal. The more people they had, the more they would know. What was more, there was still a chance that the Xuan Yin Body's self-destruction could catch Ling Tian and Fairy Meng Shang in its