The battle in the cave shifted in an instant.
With most of the Renxiao distracted by the phantom's illusion, Li Huowang certainly wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by. He had already realized that while this Daoist Renxiao was indeed powerful, it operated on the same principle as any ordinary Daoist: it had to perform a ritual before it could act. As long as Li Huowang forced it into close-quarters combat, it wouldn't have time to perform any rituals.
"Jump!" Seven or eight black tentacles suddenly bent, then bounced off the ground, the force hurtling Li Huowang toward the Daoist Renxiao that was entangled in flesh and sinew.
With a crisp CLANG, the opponent's Peach Wood Sword cracked. The weapon his Master had given him was exceptionally sharp; the Renxiao's sword was no match for the Military-grade weapon in Li Huowang's hand.
