The White Crane Child chose not to stand passively under the altar for defense. Instead, he raised the trident high with both hands and actively thrust it forward.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch tilted his body slightly, with his left wing across his front, intending to dodge and defend at the sa ti. He had no intention of engaging further now, his mind only focused on the magic artifact that was sealed away.
Because he had realized, even though he still held an absolute advantage, he couldn't break through the stalemate. There was a looming sense of unease if he allowed the situation to drag on any further.
"Crack!"
The trident in the White Crane Child's left hand broke apart.
Firstly, because the defense strength of the wings was too high, and secondly, due to the recent increase in the abilities of the child and Lin Shuyou. These two reasons collectively led to the weapon that Ah You used to bring to college in Jinling reaching the end of its lifespan.
However, at the mont the Gatekeeper True Monarch was about to dodge away, he suddenly halted.
He looked down, retracting the wing that covered his front.
A trident was embedded in his chest.
This trident quickly turned into blue smoke and dissipated, but the wound it left behind was genuine, with thick black blood continuously flowing from the wound.
He was injured.
Perhaps, only beings of the sa kind could truly understand each other, knowing how to genuinely harm him.
In the eyes of the True Monarch, anger was burning.
Yet, he still did not retaliate against the child, continuing to fly toward the altar.
The White Crane Child's vertical pupils narrowed as he closed in to intercept.
The voice of a young man resonated in the child's heart: "Don't intercept, prepare for the next strike."
The child's speed slowed down, his hands ford a grasp in the air, and two tridents ford once again.
Li Zhiyuan jumped off the altar from the side.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch completely ignored the youth and went directly to a stone platform covered with talisman paper, striking it downward with one hand.
"Buzz!"
The anticipated scene of the stone platform cracking and the appearance of the magic artifact did not happen.
What first ca into view was a blinding white light.
Perhaps it was never expected that the youth not only sealed the stone platform at the first mont but also arranged an array beneath the stone platform in such a short ti.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch didn't even have ti to retract his wings, and the entire being was swept off the altar by the white light.
While he was still mid-air, the White Crane Child arrived, thrusting forward with two tridents once again.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch let out a low growl from his throat, twisted his body, and threw a heavy punch.
The child crossed the two tridents, plunging them into the True Monarch's swinging arm, then slid his hands down to lock onto the opponent's arm.
The punch was powerful, but the child deflected most of the force. Furthermore, he advanced, condensing another trident with his right hand, planning to stab it down at the opponent's head.
"Retreat!"
The young man's warning ca from the heart.
A warning was necessary, as the child was becoming overzealous.
The child voluntarily withdrew his attack, kicked the True Monarch with both feet, and used the force to propel himself backward.
The next mont, the two pairs of wings on the True Monarch's back closed rapidly, almost enclosing the child inside like a giant clam.
"Die!"
The True Monarch's wings spread open again, ready to attack.
"Bang!"
Run Sheng's shovel descended at this ti, heavily hitting the wings on his back.
The True Monarch's body lurched forward, turning back in shock, not understanding why this guy's attack force grew stronger each ti.
But when he prepared to turn to engage with Run Sheng, the resentful baby's lullaby sounded again, and the ghostly wall reappeared.
"Roar!"
With a roar, the confused perception returned, but Run Sheng used this opportunity to retreat so distance, gathering strength for the next strike.
anwhile, the White Crane Child closed in once more, his trident technique's phantom capable of breaking the True Monarch's wing defense. Every approach added a notch to the True Monarch.
Li Zhiyuan exhaled, the foundation blocks had been set.
The battle mode that followed would replicate the above rhythm.
While Run Sheng attacked, the child prepared; while the child attacked, Run Sheng gathered strength.
In between, Tan Wenbin's confusing little techniques were introduced just to control the rhythm.
Yin ng's poison jar was not suitable to be thrown again at this mont, as it could contaminate the advantageous battlefield on their side.
However, her whip didn't remain idle, continuously swinging to help the child and Tan Wenbin adjust tactical positions.
She didn't dare to hand the whip to Run Sheng because he was too heavy with brute force, and she couldn't move him. Moreover, Run Sheng was in a stage of gathering montum, unable to release force at this ti.
The most idle, surprisingly, was Li Zhiyuan.
He found that he really didn't need to do anything now, and if he did, it wouldn't add anything but rather disrupt the existing rhythm.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch hadn't stopped thinking of targeting the seemingly weaker opponents, which would indeed give him a big chance to kill one or two if done at the start. But now, whenever he had such intentions, the young man would detect it ahead of ti, quickening the rhythm of the siege, suppressing him back in place.
With the red lines connecting, the team coordination reached a remarkably smooth level, which was the effect Li Zhiyuan had always pursued.
A team should look like a team, releasing the advantage of outnumbering the few, rather than having one or two people work tirelessly while others act as accessories or a cheering squad.
The Gatekeeper True Monarch's stifled roars kept echoing. If he could start over, he would undoubtedly take out the magic artifact from the stone platform the mont he awakened, killing that seemingly idle youth at all costs now!
Don't be fooled by that youth standing outside the battlefield doing nothing; whenever the True Monarch conceived other notions to change the current situation, the young man's eyes would imdiately change, and the assailants would instantly adjust their formation.
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