The Path to Perfection

Li Zhentian's furious roar rang through the entire battlefield of Celestials, rolling like thunder shaking the nine heavens. Even the Devil Master high above could not help but cast a sideways glance, only for his attention to be seized again by the White Emperor close on his heels.

Yet no matter how thunderous his roar, it could not change the fact that Li Zhentian had no way to deal with Shen Yi.

To restrain Shen Yi and reduce the casualties among the Celestials of the blessed grottos, Li Zhentian could only repeat the same tactic—besiege Wei to rescue Zhao.

He stopped chasing after Shen Yi and rushing everywhere to put out fires,

and instead targeted the mortal-world Celestials for assassination.

Although, within Shen Yi's domain, the slightest misstep or movement would send out ripples of aura that Shen Yi could detect, allowing him to step forth and appear to intercept him, resulting in Li Zhentian failing to claim a single life,

it still delayed Shen Yi's killing pace. Moreover, Li Zhentian's earlier roar had indeed alerted the Celestials of the blessed grottos.

They all knew Shen Yi had been leading Li Zhentian around by the nose, so naturally, they kept one eye open and guarded against Shen Yi's sneak attacks.

Thus, while casualties on the blessed-grotto side plummeted, their offensive also weakened by another thirty percent.

By a twist of fate,

it eased the pressure on the mortal-world side as well.

As the battle progressed,

Li Zhentian, who had been led about by Shen Yi until his fury soared to the heavens, had clearly gone mad. He was like a ferocious beast that had lost all reason.

His eyes were red as blood.

Whenever he saw a mortal-world Celestial, he relied on his near-Vajra Body and pounced with savage attacks,