Yan Chihuo had never encountered anything like this before. Just as he was about to pour in more mana, his entire body jolted as a strange force struck him and sent him flying.
Yan Chihuo revealed his true form, terror flashing in his eyes. He simply could not understand how a mere Drought Fiend could withstand his assault.
The Drought Fiend, too, felt greatly reassured. He shouted, "I knew you had no idea how formidable this place is! Let me tell you the truth: I have already gathered the Ten Thousand Woods Grand Formation into my own body. Even a Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivator would not find it easy to injure me!"
As Snow Fairy watched Yan Chihuo, a strange light flickered in her beautiful eyes, gleaming with excitement. Yet her face remained as still as an ancient well.
Yan Chihuo now focused all his attention on the Drought Fiend. What it had said just now resolved the doubts in his heart. One sword technique from him, combined with the Double-Eyed Bird's attack, had both failed completely—something that should have been impossible. Now, he understood why.
But understanding the reason was useless to Yan Chihuo, because he had no way to solve it. The Drought Fiend said, "Now it is my turn!"
The instant the words fell, the Drought Fiend's figure abruptly vanished. Golden light flickered between Yan Chihuo's eyes, and he immediately saw that the Drought Fiend had appeared behind him. The Drought Fiend was not originally known for its speed, but bolstered by the Ten Thousand Woods Grand Formation, its escape speed was shockingly swift.
Yan Chihuo raised the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword. Countless sword lights surged forth, transforming behind him into wave upon wave of overlapping sword tides. The Drought Fiend had believed its astonishing speed