Mo Qingyuan looked toward the bottom of the wind pillar—how could Zhen Ping not do the same? The two had battled for the time it took an incense stick to burn, yet neither had gained the upper hand. The wind pillar had already shrunk to around ten feet, and the blue-glimmering Netherworld Lotus had appeared within it! Moreover, the exquisite lotus, transparent as crystal, trembled slightly amid the fierce gale, like a lover's eyelashes.
At that moment, the wind pillar, already reduced to around ten feet, suddenly contracted violently, exposing the Netherworld Lotus directly outside the pillar!
This contraction was likewise earthshaking. The entire ground trembled, and the air around the Wind Cave was churned violently. Even Mo Qingyuan and Zhen Ping, cultivators at the mid Foundation Establishment stage, could barely keep their footing in the air!
"Go!" The Wood Dragon Shears were flying toward Bright Thunder when Mo Qingyuan, his body tilted askew, unexpectedly used a Finger Technique. The Wood Dragon Shears turned in midair and charged at the wind pillar, shearing straight toward the Netherworld Lotus!
"How could it be that simple!" Zhen Ping had clearly harbored the same intent. Seeing Mo Qingyuan seize the initiative amid the sudden change, he was both ashamed and enraged. Rubbing his hands together, he sent Bright Thunder howling into the Wood Dragon Shears, knocking them out of the vortex in a single blow.
"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist, you'd best stay behind!" Mo Qingyuan waved his hand and cast a spell. Several tiny azure petals appeared around Zhen Ping, whistling as they blocked his path.
Zhen Ping burst into laughter. "After fighting for so long, you still don't know? Is not this poor Daoist's lightning-element spell precisely the bane of your wood-element spells?"
As he spoke, he spread his hands. Several threads