Zhang Yu did not advance rashly again. He was making his final preparations.
These few short miles were the hardest stretch to cross, because he would have only one chance to strike.
Given the wealth of experience this evil being possessed, once its methods were exposed and he still failed to kill it, then no matter how many times he tried afterward, it would likely be useless.
Especially the art of Wheel-Light Reversal.
This divine ability gave its practitioner two sides, one in dark seclusion and one beneath the bright light. If one was slain, the other would emerge, and so long as either remained, the other would be reborn in the blink of an eye.
Only by destroying one side and then cutting down the other in the instant it emerged could one truly kill this person.
The problem was that the side which emerged would not necessarily appear where the first had been. It could appear anywhere within the reach of his power, making the task all the more difficult.
According to the annotations in the records, that senior cultivator had attacked Yuan Tong Patriarch several times without success. In the end, he had spared no cost to his vital essence, using his own body as a heaven-and-earth furnace to refine him to death by force.
Therefore, if Zhang Yu wished to kill this opponent, he not only had to be fast enough, but also had to maintain a certain degree of suppression for a period of time.
Yuan Tong Patriarch did not act rashly either.
He had previously watched Zhang Yu fight Mo Guangchen and had been deeply impressed by Zhang Yu's ability in close-range sword attacks.
Yet he was merely a body supported by a fragment of soul. His flesh was only a barely usable shell,