Chiyan the Fate Demon parried the highly lethal ice arrows while intermittently launching several Soul Attacks at the Green Willow City Lord.
He knew that if he let the Green Willow City Lord keep suppressing him like this, defeat was only a matter of time. After all, what he excelled at was Soul Attacks. In terms of material attacks and defense, he was relatively weak and simply no match for the Green Willow City Lord.
Naturally, now that the Green Willow City Lord knew how strange Chiyan the Fate Demon's Soul Attacks were, he would not fall for them so easily. He directly blocked every Soul Attack outside his body.
"Father, it looks like that red-haired fellow is about to lose," Baobao's voice sounded beside Lin Feng's ear.
Although Baobao was only a Lowgod, Chiyan's disadvantage was far too obvious now. Everyone present could see that Chiyan could only defend himself and had no ability to fight back at all.
"Not necessarily. I'd guess that Chiyan the Fate Demon still has something up his sleeve," Lin Feng said. "Though he looks flustered as he dodges the Green Willow City Lord's ice arrows, he hasn't actually suffered any real injuries. There's no sign of panic or anxiety on his face either."
"Old willow tree, you've had your fun for long enough." Chiyan the Fate Demon suddenly burst into laughter, though there was a trace of savage malice in his smile. "This is my final trump card. I hadn't wanted to use it, but I never expected your strength to exceed my imagination. Since that's the case, then I can only..."
As he spoke, a drop of emerald-green liquid appeared at Chiyan the Fate Demon's fingertip. The instant it appeared, a faint pressure spread outward.
"Sovereign's Might?" The Green Willow City Lord's