Whoosh!
As Yang Yuanzhao's words fell, streams of golden flame around him took the shapes of savage beasts and lunged at Wang Sanjin.
"Hm? You were hiding a true-fire technique too? It seems you've had quite a few fortunate encounters."
Wang Sanjin instinctively tried to break the technique with spatial Daoist Magic, but he soon discovered, to his surprise, that the spatial power he had summoned could not lock onto the flames.
It was just like Yang Yuanzhao's earlier defense. Neither he nor the Daoist Magic he unleashed seemed to truly exist within this space.
"Interesting. Now I'm even more curious what sort of treasure fortune has granted you, to produce such a remarkable effect."
With a shift of thought, he swept his hand back and cast several water techniques. In an instant, they condensed into nine ice flowers that surged forward.
Wang Sanjin primarily cultivated the Alchemy Dao, so these water techniques were naturally not something he himself had practiced.
That he could cast them so smoothly now, even shaping them into ice techniques, was entirely the work of the Ascendant Will.
In other words, so long as the host cultivator's body could withstand it, the Ascendant Will could cast any technique it had mastered before. It could truly wield ten thousand arts.
But such methods placed an enormous burden on the host's body and soul. Overuse could easily leave both utterly ruined.
That was no concern of the Ascendant Will. What did the life or death of a Lower Cultivator matter? If one host was ruined, it could simply find another. There was nothing to regret.
Bang, bang, bang!
Hiss!
Turning flowing water to ice was indeed highly effective against fire techniques. Even the power of true fire could not break through it outright.
Neither side remained idle