The battle in the cave shifted in an instant.
At this moment, 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, though this Daoist Renxiao was indeed powerful, it was only on the same premise as any ordinary Daoist: before making a move, they all had to cast a spell first.
As long as he forced this thing into close combat, he wouldn't have the time to perform any magic.
"Jump!" Seven or eight black tentacles suddenly curled, then bounced off the ground, sending Li Huowang hurtling toward the Daoist Renxiao, who was being wrapped and held by sinew and flesh.
With a crisp clang, the opponent's Peach Wood Sword cracked. The weapon Master had once given him was exceptionally sharp; the Renxiao's weapon could not possibly match the military armament in Li Huowang's hand.
