After all, Wu Fang and his companion had unremarkable cultivation and only ordinary top-grade magical artifacts at their disposal. Their strength was indeed limited.
If they tried to force their way through the blockade of Second-Tier Upper-Grade spirit talismans, they would very likely suffer injuries. A moment of carelessness could even cost them their lives.
Their opponent was the renowned "Fairy Lianhua," after all, a Second-Tier Upper-Grade talisman maker with a long-established reputation.
Although Liu Yu now had considerable authority and could order the two of them into action, he could not simply command them to do something that would harm themselves.
If he truly issued such an order, their refusal would be understandable, and the sect would not openly hold them accountable.
After all, ordering cultivators from subordinate forces to march straight to their deaths was hardly defensible.
"Even a second-tier talisman maker can't have too many second-tier talismans in reserve."
Liu Yu's eyes were icy. After sending out a voice-transmitting talisman, he directed the Profound Departure Sword and the Netherworld Soul-Severing Cone to attack without pause, giving his opponent no chance to catch her breath.
Like pills, second-tier talismans were more difficult to refine.
The power of second-tier spells required better-quality talisman paper to contain them and better talisman ink to inscribe them. Moreover, the cultivator had to be proficient in the corresponding spell, or have another cultivator cast it during the crafting process.
Greater power also inevitably brought greater instability, sharply increasing the difficulty of successfully crafting a talisman and sealing the spell within it.
With all these restrictions combined, even a Second-Tier Upper-Grade talisman maker could not have too many second-tier talismans on hand.
Thus, Bai Lianhua's way of fighting was bound to be unsustainable. Sooner or later, her reserves would run dry.
However, they were