Xuan Yuan and the Netherworld Prince forced themselves to steady their bodies after being driven back. They exchanged a quick glance and saw the same undisguised shock in each other's eyes.
That head-on clash had finally shown them how terrifying Zi Yan's Dragon Phoenix Body was. Her physical strength rivaled a True Dragon or True Phoenix reborn, perhaps even surpassing them.
Both men had cultivated a True Dragon Body or True Phoenix Body, but they had only just crossed the threshold. Neither had more than a hundred dragon or phoenix patterns. Compared with Zi Yan's one-of-a-kind Dragon Phoenix Body, they were fireflies beside the moon.
Matching her physical strength head-on would be like throwing eggs against a rock. They would only be asking for pain.
They tightened their grips on the halberd and sword in their hands, their eyes growing graver and sharper.
If they could not match her body, they would have to make up the difference with weapons and Dou Techniques.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, the vast spiritual energy within Xuan Yuan and the Netherworld Prince erupted at once.
Chilling Netherworld Spiritual Energy collided with the Divine Pavilion's surging spiritual energy overhead. Space distorted, and both men vanished again.
This time, they did not clash with Zi Yan head-on. They relied on speed and elusive movement to keep her occupied.
Silver sword qi and pitch-black halberd light repeatedly shot skyward like pillars piercing heaven and earth, throwing the entire sky into turmoil.
Yet the battle between Zi Yan, Xuan Yuan, and the Netherworld Prince held few earthshaking frontal collisions. Instead, it was strangely silent and eerie.
The three figures appeared and disappeared across the sky as though teleporting. Each appearance brought a fierce clash of sword light, halberd light, and purple-gold energy.
Each clash lasted only an instant before