Murong Yuan looked up at the Mo Hammer above, madness flickering in his eyes. Suddenly, he let out a low shout, formed seals with both hands, and then fiercely struck upward.
In an instant, a raging torrent poured down from the heavens, flooding this stretch of sky and earth as though it intended to envelop the Mo Hammer within.
"Such a petty trick!" Lin Taichu sneered. Strands of demonic might spread from his body, surging outward like a tidal wave. In a flash, the entire space was completely occupied.
Crack! Crack! Crisp sounds of bones breaking rang out. Murong Yuan dropped to his knees, gritting his teeth as his face twisted horribly. Veins bulged across his forehead, as if he were enduring immense pain.
"Ah..." Murong Yuan threw back his head and let out a long howl, as though he were resisting something. Suddenly, his gaze shot toward a point in the void. A terrifying aura erupted, and a golden spear pierced through the air and plunged into Lin Taichu's shoulder. Lin Taichu let out a muffled groan and looked coldly in that direction.
"How did you escape?" Lin Taichu asked indifferently. His senses were exceptionally sharp; even from hundreds of meters away, he had still detected that Murong Yuan had left. Yet the attacks from those phantoms had all come from another direction.
"Since I came, I naturally made thorough preparations. Otherwise, how would I dare negotiate with you alone?" A calm voice sounded as Murong Yuan slowly emerged, his face pale.
His expression was somewhat haggard, yet he still exuded an air of pride that looked down upon the world. His body remained upright, standing there like a mountain peak rooted between heaven and earth, eternal and unyielding.
"So you truly came prepared. You are indeed a cautious