Gu Li turned to look at Gu Hua and the others, who were still struggling. Watching them desperately hold on, he understood clearly that, on the surface, the battle between him and Xiao Wujiu seemed to determine Gu Hua and the others' fate.
But what fate was there to determine? If Xiao Wujiu had not suddenly taken an interest in competing with him in spear techniques, whether he could have held out this long would have been uncertain. Only after fighting this monster had he truly grasped how terrifying his opponent's combat strength was.
Gu Li had reached the Three-Star Dou Sheng realm and considered himself ahead of many geniuses within the Ancient Clan, an existence countless people could only look up to. His combat strength also far surpassed others of the same rank. Yet only after entering the Dou Sheng realm did he understand just how difficult it was to fight above one's level.
Until he encountered the young man before him...
The other's strength was unfathomable. Various Heavenly Flames appeared in succession, while his violent lightning power was not the slightest bit inferior to Black Demon Lightning—perhaps even stronger. If those fellows from the Thunder Clan saw it, they would likely be even more eager than they had been when dividing up the Xiao Tribe.
As for the battle behind them, although it appeared evenly matched, he knew that those puppets simply had not gone all out.
In other words, everything Xiao Wujiu had done was more like the actions of a hunter certain of victory. From this perspective, he seemed to be toying with them, admiring the ugly side of his prey before death.
Thinking of this, Gu Li let out a deep sigh. Then, leaning on the Mountain-Breaking Spear in his hand, he forced himself to