Having heard this, Shi Dihuai's heart settled. Blood suddenly surged to his face, and his Niwan Palace opened wide.
His Concentrated Spirit Realm expanded in turn. Combined with his perception secret technique, everything around him was reflected in his mind, down to the finest detail.
The Phoenix-Head Axe trembled violently, emitting peals of thunder that the ears could not hear, yet the spirit could sense. Every blow made his iron-like arms hum and shake.
Divine light shone from the straight saber. Within the Concentrated Spirit Realm, its edge was chilling as it slashed out streaks of lightning, shaking the spirit and seizing souls.
Yet no matter how seamlessly the two Mystic Realm experts coordinated, under Shi Dihuai's secret technique, both their movements were reflected before him with utter clarity. It was as if time itself had slowed for a moment, allowing Shi Dihuai to spot the gaps in their techniques.
Shi Dihuai suddenly sprang forward. His left arm blocked Lei Puhua's Phoenix-Head Axe, while his right shot straight for Wang Yunfeng's throat, attacking where he would be forced to defend.
Wang Yunfeng and Lei Puhua had held the overwhelming advantage in their pincer attack. Naturally, they were unwilling to trade their lives for his, and they retreated slightly to evade this desperate style of fighting.
But unexpectedly, it was only a feint. Borrowing the force transmitted through his left arm, Shi Dihuai made a bizarre turn and, by the narrowest of margins, slipped through the gap in their encirclement, about to rush toward the second floor of the stone tower.
Wang Yunfeng pursued in stride, tangling with Shi Dihuai. Lei Puhua, however, remained where he was and raised his Phoenix-Head Axe.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang! A masked master charged out from the dungeon. His Concentrated Spirit Realm swept