"Hmph, catch me first!" Li Dalong retorted contemptuously to his threats. Yet his attacks grew fiercer with every strike.
To avoid provoking the Rock-Armored Demon Turtle, Li Dalong put some distance between himself and it, using only thrusts and slashes with his flying sword to attack Shi Yue.
By now, he and the Rock-Armored Demon Turtle had become partners, their coordination growing increasingly seamless. Shi Yue was utterly frustrated, and his hatred for Li Dalong and the Rock-Armored Demon Turtle ran bone-deep.
The Rock-Armored Demon Turtle attacked him alone without a care for anything else, while Li Dalong intensified his attacks whenever Shi Yue tried to attack the turtle, preventing him from devoting his full strength to it.
Gradually, the wounds on Shi Yue's body multiplied and worsened, while he consumed more and more Immortal Power.
Left with no choice, he prepared to retreat first. As for how he would explain himself to Elder Ouyang, that could wait until he had saved his own life.
Why, you might ask, did he not summon his spirit beast? Because he did not have one. Not every disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect had a spirit beast.
Finding a suitable spirit beast was not so easy for the disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect. Often, it was like looking for a partner: the lofty ones were out of reach, and the lowly ones beneath consideration, so the matter dragged on.
Still, in a battle like this, a low-level spirit beast would have been of no use.
Just as his eyes darted about, searching for a chance to slip away, Li Dalong noticed his intention to flee.
He increased the frequency of his attacks to disrupt Shi Yue's rhythm of offense and defense, while slowly shifting toward the opposite side of the Rock-Armored Demon