Adapt to local conditions!
That was the mark of a mature, qualified Mortal Cultivator.
Likewise, this method of magical combat...
Suited Cheng Buzheng perfectly, with his cultivation of countless divine abilities and mastery of innumerable secret arts.
At the stir of his thoughts.
The five-colored river of divine abilities beneath Cheng Buzheng's feet suddenly surged.
As five-colored spray leapt into the air...
Streak after streak of shifting five-colored sword light, suffused with biting sword intent, swept forth in a heaven-covering barrage.
On the surface, these five-colored sword lights did not seem all that different from before...
Only the five-colored radiance flowing across them had grown far denser.
The sword lights had become much more condensed!
Their size had also swelled severalfold!
Beyond that...
The river of divine abilities condensed by the Heavenly River Art, along with the endless sword lights charging forth like a tidal surge, now emitted an even more terrifying and majestic might.
They were far beyond comparison with those earlier sword lights.
Then, streak after streak of terrifying five-colored sword light, bearing boundless and majestic sword intent, aimed their tips at the charging figure that resembled a demon god.
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!!
Dense as rain, the sword lights pierced through the void.
At this sight!
The High Priest, transformed into a demon god, showed not the slightest panic in his indifferent eyes. Instead, he remained utterly calm.
Then, a hoarse voice rang out.
"Trifling tricks!
Watch this priest break your divine ability."
Before his words had even faded...
The High Priest, in his demon god form, pointed with one hand.
The next moment.
A phantom blood finger suffused with an incomparably violent aura condensed at the tip of his sharp bone finger.
With a flick of his finger, the blood finger covered in intricate patterns shot forth