The instant the crimson giant blade took shape, two drops of liquid Dharma Power silently vanished inside Wang Yu.
At the same time, wisps of white flame emerged over his body and swiftly wound around the crimson giant blade like white snakes coiling over it. The spiritual pressure radiating from the blade soared, its momentum equally terrifying.
"A ninety-eight-inscription, second-tier limit spell!"
Within the enormous phantom firebird, Li Fengquan witnessed all this. His hands, which had been forming seals, froze, and his chanting abruptly stopped. For the first time, shock appeared on his face.
"Indeed. I'll use this limit spell to test your Divine Soul Spirit Command secret art." Wang Yu stopped chanting and replied calmly.
Li Fengquan looked at the phantom Sky-Piercing Giant Blade opposite him, over a hundred feet tall, his expression shifting uncertainly.
Wang Yu did not unleash the spell immediately either. He simply watched the young man within the phantom firebird, his face expressionless.
"Although I don't know how powerful your limit spell is, my Divine Soul Spirit Command Art should also be on the level of a second-tier limit spell. In other words, if these attacks clash, there's a considerable chance we'll both be injured. Do you really think you can escape the demon beasts surrounding us while wounded?" Only after a long while did Li Fengquan ask quietly.
"Both injured? Perhaps. But you were the one who attacked first, not me." Wang Yu replied with his arm raised, his figure utterly motionless.
Li Fengquan fell silent again. Only after another long while did he release his hand seal and say earnestly:
"I've changed my mind. Since you've mastered even a second-tier limit spell, Brother Wang, there's naturally no need to fight. Let's make a trade instead. How about I exchange something else for what