The reason this Spell Cultivator was so confident was truly because, in a clash of mystic arts, Lu Ye had already fallen completely into a disadvantage.
Using an amateur standard to clash against a professional's, Lu Ye naturally could not gain any advantage.
At this moment, water mist spread everywhere between the two of them, and hidden within the mist were water balls one after another. The moment the Fire Phoenix Art was unleashed, its power was reduced by thirty percent. Passing through that dense water mist, its might dropped again, and before it could advance very far, it would be intercepted and blasted apart by the Spell Cultivator's mystic arts.
Mystic arts that blotted out the sky and covered the earth pressed toward Lu Ye bit by bit. Even when he pushed the Fire Phoenix Art with all his strength, he could not reverse the decline.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to feel stifled. This time, I borrowed the advantage of terrain. If I had encountered you by chance in the wild, you would certainly have been able to kill your way to my front. At that time, I would not have been your match."
Though that Spell Cultivator had taken every advantage, his words were very modest, and even carried a hint of trying to counsel Lu Ye.
However, someone from Myriad Demon Ridge trying to counsel someone from the Vast Sky Alliance was obviously abnormal.
The other party seemed to be offering kind advice, but in truth he was pouring oil on the fire. Between the lines, he was leading Lu Ye to find a way to kill his way to his front, as if once Lu Ye did, he could only sit and wait for death.
It had to be said that this man understood