Within Deep Abyss, few artifacts could be used. Both combatants relied on spiritual perception to manifest their magical power.
The two had already flown into the air and become locked in battle.
Prayers resounded constantly around Yuan Xi. His movements were extraordinarily light and nimble. His spear was blue-green, patterned with a blackbird, and every swing sent gang qi shooting in all directions, like a heavenly bridge spanning the sky and drawing lightning down.
Xu Xuan held his sword, his thoughts clear. The ink-gray scales on his dragon body gleamed. Suddenly, he felt a stream of pure qi flow toward him, clearing his mind a little and dispersing some of his killing intent.
Divine ability!
He was slightly startled, but his hands did not falter. He steadily parried his opponent's spear.
He really is a pawn. Few among the noble bloodlines are this foolish and ostentatious. It's a divine ability.
This was the Fire Crows' territory, yet the Daw Yan Demon King had shown no reaction. There was something strange about that, but since the fight had already begun, Xu Xuan had no desire to dwell on it. His sword qi crisscrossed as it slashed down.
His opponent was skilled with his weapon and had already cultivated gang qi, a realm comparable to sword qi. No wonder he was so confident. Xu Xuan's expression remained cold. His immortal foundation shifted, and as he activated the Marsh-Traversing Dragon-Rising Art, a thunder marsh manifested.
Purple lightning circulated endlessly, renewing itself without cease. Understanding dawned in Xu Xuan's heart, and his sword qi and lightning transformed into a heavenly prison that descended to suppress his opponent.
Yuan Xi concealed himself amid blue-green clouds. Bright blue lightning transformed into azure birds, rain maidens, and other forms, each coming to entangle Xu Xuan. Radiance gathered