Lu Yin had experienced countless battles and killings, but he had rarely felt so stifled. Being unable to use the same attack twice was a major restriction.
This was Di Qiong's Ancestor World—Martial God Sutra.
In Di Qiong's hand, the spear took shape once more. He stepped forward and thrust it toward Lu Yin.
Lu Yin stepped with Reverse Step, but it was instantly broken. It was the Martial God Sutra again. As long as he remained within the range of the Martial God Sutra, he could not use the same methods, whether Reverse Step, fist-and-palm attacks, or Land Collision.
"Brat, die." Di Qiong's spear pierced through the void, carrying an unmatched sharpness.
Lu Yin exhaled. In the starry sky at his heart, his consciousness stars trembled, and his vast consciousness roared out, slamming fiercely toward Di Qiong.
Di Qiong's movements abruptly stopped. He let out a great breath, his pupils scattering. He raised his head and looked at Lu Yin again, his gaze even more incredulous. "This is...the power of consciousness?"
Lu Yin's mind spun. Using the power of consciousness was not easy for him either, but what else could he do against Di Qiong? The Wordless Heavenly Book combined with Land, using Land to suppress him, or even the Sky Turning Palm—all were unexpected killing methods. If he used them now, however, they would only be restrained by the Martial God Sutra.
What he had to do was force Di Qiong to use his trump card by every possible means, then use his own trump card to crush everything.
Di Qiong gritted his teeth and gripped his spear tightly, glaring at Lu Yin. "This is Xu Jin's power of consciousness. You devoured Xu Jin's consciousness."
"Enough nonsense." Lu Yin shouted fiercely, and his consciousness blasted toward Di Qiong