The blue蛟 dragon opened its massive mouth and spat out a series of ice spikes, while Tu Fei was surrounded by fifty or sixty silver sword lights, creating a temporary stalemate.
Zhang Ling, noticing their fight, hid in the shadows, hoping they would quickly leave.
Observing the fight, Zhang Ling realized Tu Fei's aura was unstable, his spiritual power seemingly depleted, putting him in a perilous situation.
The tall, thin cultivator was strong; if the stalemate continued, Tu Fei would surely be defeated.
Suddenly, a raspy voice echoed in his ears, "You think you can leave with the treasure? Hand over your storage bag, and maybe I'll be in a good mood to let you go."
Tu Fei laughed loudly and retorted without reservation, "Heh, you want me to hand over my storage bag? Who do you think you are? Even if I die today, I'll drag you down with me!"
Hearing Tu Fei's curse, the tall, thin man's face twisted in anger and he cursed back, "Hmph, you're just spouting nonsense! Then die!" With that, he reached into his robe and pulled out another treasure.
It was a purple orb. He activated it, and with a flash of purple light, the orb shot toward Tu Fei.
Seeing this, Tu Fei slapped his sword box. A series of light sounds rang out as hundreds of silver sword lights shot forth. Countless sword lights spread out, pushing back the ice dragon formed from the long glaive a short distance.
Tu Fei himself descended towards the ground, but as he neared the ground, he suddenly changed direction and charged straight towards the rocky area where Zhang Ling was hiding.
"Kid, you think you can escape?"
Tu Fei's actions enraged the tall, thin man, who quickly activated his spell. The purple orb and the blue ice dragon also attacked with immense power.
Zhang Ling witnessed this scene clearly.
Seeing Tu Fei's actions, Zhang Ling's expression changed. A flash of spiritual light appeared in his hand, revealing a formation disk. He cast a spell on it, and the disk emitted a dazzling light. The light then flashed, transforming into several different colored spiritual lights that disappeared into the surroundings.
At the same time, a yellow light flashed around Zhang Ling, and he vanished as well.
Then, Tu Fei descended from the sky, landing exactly where Zhang Ling had been.
Tu Fei narrowed his eyes. He had clearly sensed another cultivator hiding here, but the surroundings were empty. Could he have been mistaken?
Before he could dwell on it, a gust of wind pressure came from above.
The ice dragon, which had been pushed back by his sword lights, swooped down, releasing an icy mist filled with ice spikes.
Tu Fei quickly formed sword seals with both hands, and a large number of sword lights flew out from the sword box, rushing upwards. They collided with the ice spikes, creating a series of violent explosions.
Suddenly, a purple light flashed before his eyes. The purple orb transformed into a dozen identical light clusters, attacking him.
Tu Fei had no choice but to form sword seals again, releasing another wave of sword light to defend. But the dozen purple orbs were surprisingly weak, and were completely dissipated by the sword light.
This scene stunned Tu Fei for a moment, then his expression darkened as he realized something was wrong.
At the same time, a purple orb, only the size of a fist, was already within several feet of his side and rear.
The purple light flickered, and the orb suddenly flattened and stretched out, instantly transforming into a purple net that enveloped Tu Fei.
In this critical moment, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted from Tu Fei's body. The white light shattered, dividing into seven or eight blurry figures that fled in all directions.
Seeing this, the tall, thin man quickly activated his spell. The purple net instantly expanded several times, and with several flashes of purple light, it captured three figures. At the same time, the ice dragon formed from the long glaive released a large amount of ice mist again, quickly rotating to form a blue ice storm that attacked the remaining figures.
The tall, thin man also flashed down to the ground. With a wave of his hand, the purple net continued to shrink, squeezing the three trapped figures until they deformed, popping a few times and dissipating into three clouds of white mist.
The tall, thin cultivator's face darkened. Although he had anticipated this result, he was still somewhat annoyed.
He quickly released his divine sense, locking onto the remaining figures. The purple net transformed back into a purple orb and attacked one of the figures.
This purple net had no offensive power, but it was silent and unpredictable when cast, capable of creating illusions that caught people off guard. Once trapped by this net, even cultivators of the same rank could not escape for a short time.
Relying on this magical treasure, he had successfully ambushed several cultivators of the same rank, and it had always been effective. He never expected to fail today.
Just as he was annoyed, the remaining blurry figures all dissipated into mist.
This made his face sink, and he quickly released his divine sense to search around. He didn't believe that a low-level kid could escape under his nose with his powerful mid-Golden Core stage divine sense.
But as he fully released his divine sense, he was even more shocked to find that his divine sense, extending beyond a hundred feet, was blocked by an invisible barrier.
This... Could there be a formation restriction here? How is that possible?
The tall, thin man was startled. Blue and yellow protective shields appeared around his body, and the blue ice dragon and purple net that he had released flew back to surround him.
Then, he carefully examined the surrounding environment and immediately understood what was happening.
"Which fellow Daoist has set up a formation here to prevent me from eliminating my enemy? That man is already at the end of his rope. As long as you don't interfere, I will definitely give you a reward afterwards."
"Haha, you old bastard! You just coveted my treasures and chased me for thousands of miles. Do you really think I'm made of clay?"
"Hmph, fellow Daoist, quickly withdraw the formation. Don't listen to that kid's nonsense. That kid has many treasures. If you help me kill him, we can split the treasures evenly."
The tall, thin man shouted loudly while examining the surrounding environment.
He had been in the Golden Core stage for over two hundred years and had a good understanding of formations. Given enough time, he could figure out what formation was set up here.
In his opinion, there were no spiritual veins here, just a barren island. It was impossible to have any powerful formations. Not only was the island small, but the geographical environment determined that it was not suitable for setting up large formations. That left even fewer formations capable of trapping a Golden Core cultivator.
He guessed that the most likely scenario was that another cultivator had settled here and temporarily set up a hidden formation.
