Time reverted to ten breaths ago.
Back to Zhao Lang's battle against the hound-masked fighter.
Zhao Lang's Dao techniques were endless and diverse, continuously constructing defenses and traps.
The hound-masked fighter, however, relied on brute force to bulldoze through.
He shattered stone walls upon impact and tore apart ivy serpents when they confronted him.
He simply overwhelmed with his cultivation level, giving Zhao Lang not even a sliver of opportunity.
This method of response was undoubtedly sophisticated, especially as he simultaneously controlled the evil dog spirits to flank and besiege, cutting off Zhao Lang's routes of escape.
Only a warrior who had battled on the edge of life and death for years could possess such a command of the battlefield.
Faced with such a cunning opponent, Zhao Lang remained calm throughout.
Desperation was useless, and fear was even more so.
Only composure could find the ever-diminishing speck of hope.
