As the monstrous dragons twisted and thrashed, the spatial rifts in the air that had only just begun to close tore open again, like the gaping maws of beasts. The fierce winds within them generated powerful suction.
Caught among them, Li Yan was immediately pulled in different directions by several spatial rifts. Each sought to suck him inside—to tear him into countless pieces and swallow them.
This man cultivates water-based divine abilities, and every movement carries the encircling pressure of a formation. Powerful!
Li Yan felt that if he had encountered this man when he first arrived on the Wind God Continent, he would have had no real confidence in escaping directly from him, unless he hid inside Tuban.
This also showed just how formidable the Tianli Clan's Great Elder was. He had fought several opponents alone, injured one of them, and still escaped.
This was precisely why people always said never to underestimate anyone. What cultivator who reached such a realm did not possess mighty divine abilities and immortal arts?
The burly man in purple watched as the monstrous water-column dragons he wielded, aided by the formation, generated a trace of the law of water. They even drew on the power within the spatial rifts to surround the black-robed man, sending his figure swaying wildly in the wind.
Those forces pulled his opponent in different directions, briefly arresting the body that had just burst through the water wall. The monstrous water-column dragons instantly coiled toward him.
Die!
He uttered a low cry inwardly. The fact that a nascent soul middle stage cultivator had lasted this long already infuriated him. Since when had anyone below the level of a great cultivator become so difficult to deal with? Was this man going to force him to unleash his ultimate killing ability?