The Shadow Ghost's warning was aimed at Yu Ci's current state.
In battles at the Void Stepping level, whether talisman or sword, once unleashed, could turn the tide. The reason came down to no more than the two words: timing. It was possible to strip away luck and strike every time in response to opportunity—easy to say, but how could it truly be simple?
Analyzing and judging three fleeting chances at once drained Yu Ci's mental strength at least tenfold. Especially in this process of calculating the great with the small, and the strong with the weak, there could not be the slightest error. The pressure far exceeded his limits. It was precisely under such circumstances that Yu Ci had unconsciously activated "Analysis," his innate divine ability, trading the consumption of Innate Vital Energy for an elevation of his mental state.
For Yu Ci, naturally, the less such consumption, the better. The Shadow Ghost's reminder had come in time. Yet that reminder happened to overlap with the nine-foot giant's furious roar. The latter was full of surging emotion, and the Shadow Ghost was briefly stunned:
"This fellow recognizes the Primordial Formless Sword too? Hm, this 'fur,' this 'color'..."
The Shadow Ghost seemed to have recalled some information, but before it could say anything more, Yu Ci heard the nine-foot giant howl as though its father had died and hurriedly retreated.
The nine-foot giant had suddenly shifted its attention here. Yu Ci could not yet make out the exact changes, but through his perception of those fleeting chances, he could make the most correct choice. As he retreated, Tie Lan also tried to withdraw, but the battle had already changed.
When the two great demons joined forces, the nine-foot giant made all judgments concerning the situation. Its inclinations were among the