Fan Zhou decided to focus first on dealing with Luo Zhong and Wu Ren's divine qi. After all, those two posed the greater threat to him; if things went badly, they might even turn the tables and seize the initiative.
As for Li Fuyuan, he could set him aside for now. Once he had dealt with those two, he could come back and clean up Li Fuyuan afterward.
Li Fuyuan was waiting there, guarding himself closely. He did not think about whether he could hold on. Instead, he thought only of giving everything he had to prove that his own path was the right one. Even if he were defeated and perished here today, he wanted others to know just how far an unwavering Dao heart could carry a person.
Once he cast aside all concerns, his mind became even more lucid and clear.
Yet although Fan Zhou had clearly entered this place, the attack Li Fuyuan had been awaiting did not come for a long while. He cautiously examined the situation, only to unexpectedly notice an unusual change in the confrontation among the three streams of divine qi before him.
He was stunned for a moment. Where had this opponent come from?
After watching for a while, with his understanding of Chaos Dao techniques, he roughly figured out what was happening. It was highly likely that those Fan Zhou had devoured in the past had not been completely assimilated, and were now rebelling.
Judging from Fan Zhou's origins, together with what he had learned earlier, he deduced that those contending with him at this moment were very likely his fellow disciples, perhaps even his elders or master.
He also discovered that, due to their struggle, the pressure exerted on him by the Black Mirror had abruptly vanished. Most likely,