Once they had made up their minds, the three Treading-Void Split Souls began plotting their escape.
They planned to use a life-preserving method to keep the last breath of life within Wang Sanjin's body, then burn away all of his remaining vitality, creating the appearance that they intended to fight their opponent to the death.
Whether Xiao Yao planned to withdraw or meet them head-on, with the trio's abilities, they could find an opening and once more use Spatial Folding to flee into the distance.
"I never imagined that you, little friend, had also mastered immortal techniques. This old man is truly impressed."
As they exchanged techniques, the Upper Cultivator's will did not forget to harry her with words. "But if this continues, I'm afraid neither of us will come away unscathed. If neither side is willing to yield, we will inevitably end up in a lose-lose situation, with both of us seriously injured."
"This battered body of mine can be destroyed for all I care. It houses nothing more than a Split Soul. Even if it perishes here, it will not matter much. But you, little friend, should think carefully about whether you truly wish to stake your bright future on the Dao Path on this pointless struggle."
"Heh, old man, you do have a way with words. Do you really think there is still any room for reconciliation between us?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yao gave a cold laugh. The force in her hands did not diminish; instead, it increased, and she summoned two more Liuli avatars to attack from both sides.
Under this barrage, the Upper Cultivator's will felt an even greater weight descend upon him.
Yet, in order to escape, he did his best to maintain his composure and continued, "Of course there is. You obtained