Chapter 478: Shamanic Divine Art (II)
Chapter 478: Shamanic Divine Art (II)
"So what if he has opened the spirit divine repository? He is still just a crude martial artist," the man said, shaking his head with disdain.If the opponent were an immortal cultivator, the man would have to worry about their many strange and complex dharma artifacts and secret arts. After all, his illusory dream realm only took effect after one was caught in it. Powerful immortal cultivators had many methods to avoid or reduce their influence.
But the person before him was just a brute martial artist who relied only on raw strength. He was completely suppressed by the illusory dream realm. Even if he possessed a dharma treasure, a martial artist could not wield it flexibly or unleash its full power. How crude.
The man reached into his robes with his right hand and pulled out the dried corpse of a ferocious beast no bigger than his palm. "Go!"
A dim light flickered in his hand as he tossed the beast corpse outward.
"Awoo!"
The palm-sized beast corpse expanded in the wind, transforming into a terrifying yao that let out a deafening roar toward Lin Zheyu. The moment it appeared, Lin Zheyu noticed it. Its strength was not great, roughly at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.
The beast roared and lunged forward, opening its massive, blood-soaked maw as it bit down toward Lin Zheyu. Just as its ferocious jaws were about to clamp onto his head, a faint but chilling killing intent suddenly flashed within Lin Zheyu's seemingly vacant eyes.
A flash of cold light streaked past. The sharp blade sank into the beast's neck, and its massive, ferocious head crashed to the ground. At the same time, Lin Zheyu staggered and fell awkwardly to the ground. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily. His right hand gripped the long blade tightly, and within his vacant gaze flickered traces of struggle, panic, and fear.
Damn it, he's still not taking the bait?
He could feel that as time passed, the distortion in his perception was gradually weakening. The opponent's ability was fading. Even so, Lin Zheyu still could not sense the opponent's presence. This ability was extremely strange, similar to Hu Xuefei's innate divine ability in how it concealed one's presence. With his perception, unless the opponent came close, it was very difficult to locate him.
Lin Zheyu could not help but wonder what an immortal cultivator would do in such a situation.