The Ring Hall was already a scene of ruin. Every person stationed there had been reduced to corpses and bones, and a crimson mist of blood drifted through the chamber. In merely a few moments of battle, Daoist Lin had slaughtered everyone in the hall.
The Ring Hall he had selected possessed the weakest defensive force among all the Ring Halls, perfectly suiting his strategy of tackling the easy before the difficult.
He had originally thought that, once inside, with the array's power cut off outside by spiritual force, he would only be able to deal with his foes using his own magic power. Even though he had attained the achievement of Spirit Lodging, he had expected it would take some effort. Yet when the battle truly began, it was nothing of the sort.
To his delighted surprise, those people who had once been able to trade attacks with him were now no match for him at all. The transformations of their Dao techniques held no secrets in his eyes. He could sense and discern nearly every move before it was launched, then make the proper countermeasure.
He reckoned that this was not solely because he had attained the achievement. It was likely also due to his previous observation of those superior Dao techniques. For a time, his confidence greatly swelled, and he felt he had underestimated himself before.
As his thoughts turned, the refined essence, vitality, and blood qi drifted and spiraled around him, little by little being drawn back into his body.
But suddenly, an ominous sign arose in his perception. He spun around sharply and saw a ray of light appear in the hall. Then Daoist Wei's Primordial Spirit emerged from within it.
He fixed his gaze upon it, startled yet delighted. He had not expected to