At this moment, the more spiritual power the blue-robed cultivator poured into his struggle against him, the more of it would be shredded to pieces here.
This was not merely the power generated by that massive golden sword. When the golden sword attacked, it also stirred the invisible threads of restriction here. The opponent had merely mistaken those threads for mist.
In just a short time, Li Yan had already lost thirty percent of his spiritual power. He suddenly used only one hand to support the spinning wind wheel above his head, while the other hand withdrew into his large sleeve, its five fingers rapidly forming a succession of hand seals.
"Strike!"
Li Yan watched as the little girl hovered in midair, gripping the enormous sword in both hands. Her small face was filled with savage ferocity as she continued pressing downward, drawing ever closer to him.
Li Yan suddenly let out a low shout. At the same time, he raised the arm he had just withdrawn, and one large sleeve abruptly swept upward.
The opponent had judged that as long as he came under attack, he would not dare move carelessly, believing she could nail him firmly in place.
Yet Li Yan had other ways to receive that sword strike. He had deliberately used Fireball Technique to meet it first. The instant she broke through the flames, he had made a further judgment.
He had used the toughness of the Guiyi Water-Parting Spike to block the huge sword in the little girl's hands, while allowing his life-bound magic treasure, transformed into a wind wheel, to sink as though it had been forced back by her pressure.
Li Yan had done all of this deliberately, intending to draw closer to her while lowering the little girl's guard.
This little girl