By using all kinds of methods, Ling Tian could temporarily shake off Venerable Sword Saint for a while. Sometimes that respite was longer, sometimes shorter—even lasting only a few breaths—but it was enough for him to recover somewhat. Every so often, he could even buy himself the time it took to burn a stick of incense. At the very least, from what he could tell, he no longer had to worry about being drained completely by Venerable Sword Saint. In other words, he could keep dragging things out like this.
"This is because our people laid down some Teleportation Formations in advance. Otherwise, relying on my own secret arts to keep wearing down Venerable Sword Saint would be nearly impossible." Ling Tian spoke with a little panting, clearly still expending a great deal of energy.
"Though you don't have to worry about being completely drained now, you're still expending quite a lot. If Chi Xue and the others join the pursuit, you'll have to spend even more energy, and things will get dangerous." Po Qiong sounded faintly concerned. "Chi Xue and the others are clever, too. They should be able to judge the situation, and they may well try to surround and intercept you. That could put you in some danger."
"Those people are far weaker than me. They have a chance of being killed if they face me, even when I've expended a lot of energy. Under these circumstances, they'll be wary, so they may not dare attack me." Ling Tian brushed off the concern, then changed tack. "And even if they do dare, so what? They'll only cause me trouble at first. Once they start fighting me, they'll expend a lot of energy as well. Their recovery and ability to fight a war of attrition are far inferior