Yan Chihuo understood what this Silver Frost Blood Centipede was thinking and sneered. He put away the three God-Falling Steles, and the Seven Absolutes Frost Sword flew out, scattering a pale wash of azure light.
The Silver Frost Blood Centipede knew Yan Chihuo's attack would surely be earth-shattering, so he naturally did not dare be the slightest bit careless. He had intended to avoid its edge, but the moment his body shifted slightly, a mountain-like pressure descended upon him.
The Silver Frost Blood Centipede immediately realized that if he yielded even a little more, Yan Chihuo's attack would be impossible to withstand. Secretly horrified, he thought, How can a Void Core cultivator who has only just entered the Origin Core Stage possess such terrifying strength?
The aura around him surged, carrying an oppressive force. The two forces collided, and the Cultivators within the city, along with the Silver Frost Blood Centipedes in the distant sky, immediately sensed something strange in the fluctuations of spiritual energy. It spread in all directions like great waves.
Lu Tianhua naturally noticed this as well. After a brief moment of thought, he understood: the forces of Yan Chihuo and the Silver Frost Blood Centipede were clashing, driving away even the spiritual energy nearby. Before the Silver Frost Blood Centipede and Yan Chihuo had even exchanged blows, they had already created such a display of might!
The two forces wheeled and twisted about, one moment pressing toward Yan Chihuo, the next surging toward the Silver Frost Blood Centipede. The Silver Frost Blood Centipede was secretly delighted. A contest like this consumed immense amounts of mana. He had formed a Solid Core and was already at the middle Origin Core Stage; his advantage was simply too obvious. Given enough time, Yan Chihuo would surely run out of