The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 589 - 420 Dharma Decline World_2

Chapter 589: Chapter 420 Dharma Decline World_2

The hardened armor was completely unable to withstand the sharpness of the high-grade Spirit Sword. Thankfully, the Thunderbolt Fighter was large enough, and the Golden Core Cultivator was unfamiliar with its structure. Although the fighter was pierced through, its flight remained unaffected. Accompanied by the engine’s roar, the speed exploded at this moment, breaking the sound barrier and speeding away at a rapid pace.

Zhang Yihua tried to make a move again, but it was already too late.

Li Yi’s two dazzling silver Sword Gang slashes had already struck forth.

"A mere trick." Zhang Yihua scoffed disdainfully, turning his Mana into a shield that protected him up front, easily blocking the two Sword Gang strikes.

"Enough. If the fighter flies off, let it fly off. Killing you will lead to the same outcome."

He manipulated his Flying Sword again, aiming straight for Li Yi. Having gauged Li Yi’s trump cards this time, he wouldn’t foolishly aim for his body but instead target his head. That Jiao Dragon Armor on him—despite wielding a high-grade Spiritual Artifact Flying Sword—gave no confidence of breaching its defenses even as a Golden Core Cultivator.

Li Yi’s soul was frantically warning him at this moment. His silver vertical pupils couldn’t even catch the Flying Sword’s trajectory.

Too fast.

The gap in cultivation levels was too vast; he was no match at all.

"Retreat!"

The Thunderbolt Fighter had already risen into the air. Li Yi had no need to fight Zhang Yihua to the death. His silver Qi-Blood soared skyward as his body darted away at maximum speed, quickly putting distance between them.

"Thinking of escaping now? Too late." Zhang Yihua revealed a slightly excited smile.

As long as he killed Li Yi, all of his treasures would belong to him.

The high-grade Flying Sword shot forth, instantly catching up to Li Yi. With Divine Sense locked, evasion was impossible. A flash of icy light followed, aiming to sever his head in one stroke.

Yet the envisioned scenario did not unfold. When the high-grade Spirit Sword struck down, it emitted a clang of metal against metal instead.

"What?" Zhang Yihua’s smile froze, and then fury instantly surged: "Damn thief."

Li Yi was shielded by the phantom of a Xuan Turtle that appeared before him, blocking this fatal blow.

It was the Xuan Turtle Armor.

A trophy taken from Lin Caiyi’s corpse after killing her. With its previous owner dead, Li Yi could easily establish ownership. Now, deployed at this critical moment, it thwarted the life-threatening attack from a Golden Core Cultivator.

"Surprised, aren’t you? I’ve got high-grade Spiritual Artifacts too," Li Yi taunted.

The advantage of Spiritual Artifacts over Jiao Dragon Armor was their ability to provide comprehensive defense without blind spots. The downside, however, was requiring Cosmic Energy from Li Yi’s body. Without Cosmic Energy support, even a high-grade Spiritual Artifact would be nothing more than decorative and utterly useless.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator like you—how long can you maintain a high-grade Spiritual Artifact? I, a Daoist, can simply exhaust you to death." Zhang Yihua attacked again, controlling his Flying Sword to repeatedly target Li Yi, aiming to drain all of his energy with this method.

"Then let’s see who runs out of energy first!" Li Yi bellowed at this moment: "Lan Ji, fire!"

The Thunderbolt Fighter, already high in the air, opened all its gun ports. Energy beams locked onto Zhang Yihua and fired forth in succession.

Zhang Yihua used Divine Sense to navigate, dodging consecutive attacks. When some were unavoidable, his Daoist robe emitted glowing light, forming a bagua Daoist diagram to block the attacks.

The Daoist robe he wore was no mere decoration—it was itself a high-grade defensive Spiritual Artifact, easily repelling such attacks.

Yet the Thunderbolt Fighter didn’t cease its assault, continuously firing streams of energy beams, determined to exhaust the opponent’s Mana reserves.

Golden Core cultivator or not—once his Mana dried up, he would still become a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Curse it."

Amid the bombardment, Zhang Yihua knew the fight had to end quickly. He couldn’t afford to consider his Mana consumption. Suddenly, from his sleeve shot out a faint-golden rope. The rope slithered like a Spiritual Snake, reaching Li Yi’s side in mere moments.

"Bind!"

Zhang Yihua formed a Dharma Seal, and the golden rope transformed into a golden snake, entwining Li Yi tightly where he stood, immobilizing him. Fortunately, with the Xuan Turtle Armor protecting him, he remained temporarily safe from harm.

"A Daoist knows you are impervious to Thunder Law. Today, I will refine you completely with Samadhi Fire."

Zhang Yihua conjured three-colored flames from his mouth, blowing them out. The Samadhi Fire expanded with the wind, instantly growing into a sea of flames that surged toward Li Yi.

Yet, before the fire reached Li Yi, it began to weaken astonishingly fast. By the time it arrived at his side, it was reduced to a tiny flicker of flame. One gust of wind snuffed it out entirely.

"Haha, this tiny flicker of flame is supposed to kill me?" Li Yi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Zhang Yihua’s face turned red in embarrassment, realizing the cause.

This world lacked Spiritual Energy to the point of near extinction. All spells were ineffective here, relying only on the inherent Mana of a Golden Core cultivator. Once it was depleted, with no Spiritual Energy supply available, he might end up as a mere mortal.

Boom! Boom!

As he spoke, the Thunderbolt Fighter launched its attacks again.

Zhang Yihua immediately used Spiritual Energy to defend, shouting angrily: "You wretched brat! Even if spells are useless, I, a Daoist, can still kill you!"

He retrieved two Elixirs: swallowing one immediately and holding the other in his mouth for reserve Mana replenishment later.

This precaution was to avoid the issue of running out of Mana due to excessive depletion during the fight.

Seeing this, Li Yi furrowed his brows. He hadn’t expected the opponent to be so prudent, consuming two Elixirs even before his Mana was exhausted. If this dragged on, who knew how long the battle might last? A Golden Core cultivator’s storage Spiritual Artifact must surely hold an ample supply of Elixirs.

"If you have replenishment capabilities, so do I."

Unwilling to back down, Li Yi took out the Seven-Colored Stone. Cosmic Energy immediately began to flow, permeating the surroundings. He formed a Dharma Seal to absorb all the dispersed Cosmic Energy into his body, maintaining the operation of his high-grade Spiritual Artifacts.

Zhang Yihua’s eyes widened in disbelief, shocked that Li Yi had this hidden strategy.

"Damn it." Enraged again, he continued controlling his Flying Sword to assault Li Yi.

But it was futile.

In the Xuanxian World, Flying Swords of the same grade couldn’t pierce through defensive Spiritual Artifacts. Because of this, defensive Spiritual Artifacts were valued higher than offensive ones of the same grade.

Zhang Yihua’s hatred surged in his heart at that moment. Lin Caiyi’s defeat, which led to the Xuan Turtle Armor being plundered, had now become a hidden danger pitted against him.

What’s worse, this world was devoid of Spiritual Energy. His spells were worthless, his strength severely compromised, making it unexpectedly difficult to subdue Li Yi. The most frustrating part was Li Yi clutching the Seven-Colored Stone, endlessly supplying Spiritual Energy, rendering him fearless of attrition.

But Li Yi wasn’t one to passively take attacks without countering.

"Fei Mu Needle."

Li Yi’s thoughts shifted, releasing a divine needle. The needle spun like a sharp blade, slicing through the golden snake.

The mid-grade Spiritual Artifact, the Demon Binding Rope, was destroyed, and Zhang Yihua’s Divine Sense was damaged. His body swayed, a streak of blood trickling down his mouth.

Li Yi, seizing the opportunity, directed the divine needle toward Zhang Yihua’s Flying Sword next.

"Damn it." Zhang Yihua panicked, quickly retrieving his Flying Sword.

If his high-grade Flying Sword were destroyed, it would spell disaster.

"Golden Core Cultivator? Seems rather unimpressive." Li Yi sneered and withdrew the divine needle, yet couldn’t resist mocking him further.

"You brat, despicable!" Zhang Yihua roared, both furious and deeply aggrieved.