When the black-and-white cocoon shattered, a Kai Tian Battle Skill strike slashed straight toward Lu Yin's face. He raised his left arm, and a shield of white gas blocked it. Lu Yin's eyes flashed. What a terrifying attack. Even he could feel a little pressure from it—but only a little. It was, after all, an Ancestral Realm battle skill, one that even a secret technique couldn't redirect.
With a whoosh, he swung his left arm and hurled Kai Tian away.
Bai Shao Hong's pupils contracted. How was this possible? Someone of his generation had actually taken a Kai Tian Battle Skill head-on?
Long Tian and the others looked at Lu Yin, their hearts turning cold. It was like facing the Death God.
Lu Yin tightened his grip on the giant scythe and slashed at Bai Shao Hong. "Here. Take it back."
Facing the scythe's blow, Bai Shao Hong sensed danger on instinct and unleashed his full strength. Just like Wang Su, a phantom appeared behind him: a small pond.
As the pond's phantom appeared, Bai Shao Hong raised a hand and pointed. Immortal Points the Way. At the same time, the water in the pond rapidly dwindled.
An extreme chill descended. This was the true Immortal Points the Way of the Cold Immortal Sect. The power of a single finger was enough to pierce the void.
Lu Yin's scythe collided head-on with Immortal Points the Way.
Terrifying shock waves swept in every direction, cracking the void. Lu Yin had thought the strike would wound Bai Shao Hong, but he had still underestimated the Young Ancestor—underestimated this top heir of the Cold Immortal Sect. Immortal Points the Way stopped the blow.
But the water in the pond behind Bai Shao Hong had been greatly depleted.
"How many more can you block?"