Seeing that Lu Ye had taken one of his lightning strikes head-on and suffered no great harm, the Spell Cultivator frowned slightly. He had seen clearly that the instant his lightning power struck, this Weapon Cultivator had done something to form a thick layer of protection at the point of impact, offsetting most of the lightning strike's force. That was the key.
He did not care too much. The clash had only just begun. Since he could seize a measure of advantage, he could swiftly turn that advantage into victory!
Seeing the Weapon Cultivator charge at him again without the slightest discouragement, the Spell Cultivator calmly waved his spell fan, unleashing streaks of lightning.
Lu Ye darted and lunged like a wolf fleeing and a boar charging. His long saber swept out Saber Lights that met the Wind Blades and fireballs in midair as his body rose and fell, weaving ever closer toward his opponent.
Explosions rang out without cease as Saber Lights collided with Wind Blades and fireballs, throwing Spiritual Power into disarray.
Yet whenever he closed to within a certain distance of the Spell Cultivator, a lightning strike would always attack from ahead without warning, blasting him backward and rendering all his efforts futile.
The scene looked as though Lu Ye were pushing against a surging tide of mystic arts, moving against the current, only to be hurled away every single time.
His opponent's lightning strikes were the key. Without them, Lu Ye felt he could completely break through the spell fan's blockade of mystic arts. As long as he could close the distance, he would be able to seize control of the battle's rhythm.
But how to deal with the lightning strikes was truly a headache. Lightning Mystic Arts had always been famed for their speed. By