Chapter 1030: The Congratulations Of The White Qilin (II)
The Supreme Yang Li Fire art[1] was by no means weak. Its versatility and adaptability was a rare, prized quality. As a fifth grade spell art, it was already a core heirloom technique of the Azure Pond Sect's direct lineage! Li Zhouwei had cultivated it for over ten years, and had relied upon it to escape peril time and again.
In an instant, dazzling white Supreme Yang Li radiance surged around him, rippling like water and shifting into apricot-yellow light. The tortoise shell spun once, then was cast aside as it struggled in vain amid raging flames.
Bang!
Li Zhouwei’s palm struck the talisman barrier before him, and the entire shield burst into blazing Li Fire. The scorching flames surged forward. Situ Ku broke into a cold sweat, the spell art in his hand only just completed.
Boom!
Situ Ku knew the man standing before him. When Li Zhouwei had only just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, even with Daoist Fu Dou personally striking, and with armor protection, he had merely been injured and had successfully fled. Situ Ku’s cultivation was similar to this White Qilin of the Li Family, but when it came to spell arts, cultivation methods, and dharma artifacts, he was inferior in every way. What chance did he have in battle?
He made a split-second decision. The black-mist veil exploded into pieces, and a torrent of heavy gray light poured out. With the mana of the Xiukui Dao, it condensed into a massive shadowy mountain that came crashing down.
Situ Ku knew he had only one chance to escape. He unleashed all his mana along with his blood, and fierce flames ignited beneath his feet, propelling him upward like a bird soaring into the sky as he sped away.
Li Zhouwei remained silent. He swung his inverted halberd, and radiant arcs of Bright Yang light burst from its curve, slowing the mountain’s descent. At the same time, a small banner flew out from his sleeve. It was the Yang Li Red Sparrow Banner
"Heaven’s form in full, Yang Li Punishing Flames!" said Li Zhouwei.
Five colors of Li Fire, brown-yellow, pale yellow, goose yellow, bright red, and vermilion, flared up to press against the pitch-black mountain. The halberd thrust forward once again, holding the mountain aloft like a pillar propping up the heavens.
But this strength came uniquely from the self-detonation of a dharma artifact. Li Zhouwei had already allowed him to escape more than a kilometer. Just as the chase seemed inevitable, the tables turned.