"My Asura Dharma Body!?"
The instant his Dharma Body collapsed, the Asura Dao Seed finally caught the scent of death.
When a spell was broken, spell backlash naturally followed.
Though, having formed his Golden Core, spell backlash would no longer rob him of his fighting strength outright as it once had, being unable to condense his strongest spell again for a short time would naturally weaken him considerably.
Even at his peak, he had been no match for Li Xian. Now that he had been weakened...
For the first time, fear spread through him.
"Go!"
He dared not hesitate for even a moment, immediately using Shape-Shifting Shadow Swap to pull back and retreat at full speed.
In his hand, a talisman seemingly containing spatial fluctuations burned and activated, making it seem as though he had performed a Void Sword Escape-and one capable of carrying him a thousand li in a single escape.
Yet almost as soon as he deployed the talisman and used Shape-Shifting Shadow Swap to flee at full speed, the tug on his arm abruptly made him realize something.
He raised his hand, staring in disbelief at the invisible knot around it.
The Rope of Balance!
Under the interference of this treasure, his figure, which should have traveled a thousand li with the talisman's help, was forcibly held in place.
"Run? You want to run!?"
At that moment, Li Xian's voice suddenly rang out, seemingly carrying a trace of anger.
"The knot's tied tight! Who said you could run? Come on! Fight again!"
The Dark-Golden Stream of Light instantly shone down from behind him.
With it came a terrifying, suffocating pressure.
The Asura Dao Seed barely managed to turn before he saw an enormous fist crashing down with the solidity of cold metal.
It was like an ancient