Meng Jie was clearly startled by this sudden turn of events as well. In his understanding, even if Nine Provinces received the news and rushed over to help, they could not possibly have arrived so quickly.
He knew that today was likely to end in disaster, and he had been searching for a chance to perish together with the Weapon Cultivator. Unfortunately, the gap in their cultivation realms left him powerless.
He had thought he would die here with bitter regret, never expecting this sudden twist.
The many auras that abruptly erupted not only shocked the enemy beyond measure, but also caught Meng Jie completely off guard.
But immediately afterward, delight appeared on his face, because he sensed several familiar auras!
He instantly switched from defense to offense, tangling up the Weapon Cultivator who was preparing to retreat.
As the disadvantaged side, such a move was undoubtedly extremely risky. If the Weapon Cultivator opposite him did not retreat, he would have to clash head-on with him, and the outcome would certainly not be pleasant.
Yet his grasp of the battle opportunity was exquisite, because he was certain the Weapon Cultivator would retreat. It was also the most instinctive response to an unexpected situation.
Besides, even if the Weapon Cultivator did not retreat, his offensive would slow, with most of his strength reserved for defense. In that case, Meng Jie would not face mortal danger.
Meng Jie had made the right choice. Unable to break free for the moment, the Weapon Cultivator could not help feeling ashamed and angered. He realized that unless he killed Meng Jie, he would never escape the battle.
With a surge of Spiritual Power, the long spear in his hand burst into light, darting and flashing like a venomous snake flicking its tongue as it stabbed