The once-noisy forest was now so quiet that only his own breathing could be heard.
The shadows of the trees were not enough to block Li Xiao's sight, but Youmingzi was clearly not hiding among the trees, and no tremors came from beneath the earth either.
At that moment, four puppet dolls attacked at once, their staff-swords stabbing toward the palace from four directions.
Though the palace's gauze was as thin as cicada wings, its defenses were actually exceptionally powerful. After all, the Golden Palace Miro Bell had but one function, and the more singular a magic treasure's function, the more outstanding its performance often was.
The Golden Palace Miro Bell's only advantage was its immensely powerful defense, and that one advantage was enough to eclipse all its flaws.
The four staff-swords glowed purple. As their tips collided with the palace, the air immediately split apart, forming wave after wave of impact.
Strictly speaking, these were not shockwaves, but cutting waves formed from magical power. Unable to breach the palace, they splashed outward in four slanted directions. Two cutting waves carved huge cracks into the ground, while the other two shot straight into the sky and cleaved apart the clouds.
Li Xiao frowned at the four sides of the palace and found that its defenses had weakened considerably. Without changing expression, he poured magical power into it.
This could not continue. He had no idea how long Youmingzi could keep this up. If Youmingzi outlasted him, then even if he kept hiding in the palace, it would be of no use. In the end, he would still be unable to escape death.
Especially after his magical power ran dry, he probably would not even have a chance to flee.
Before considering victory, consider defeat.
Li Xiao hardened his heart, opened