Seeing Lu Ye charging towards himself, the magic cultivator no longer cared about Hua Ci, and the golden light in his hand changed direction, blasting towards Lu Ye.
As he charged, Lu Ye's figure flitted and swayed, seemingly narrowly avoiding the opponent's spells in dangerously close calls, but in reality, he was doing so with ease.
His eyes could see the rapidly wind-like traces of the spells, and his movements could keep up with the commands of his thoughts. As such, unless it was a spell with a wide coverage area or one that was extremely fast, it was very difficult for them to hit him.
Three breaths later, the magic cultivator's eyes were brimming with horror, because the fellow charging at him had perfectly dodged every single spell he cast!
He hastily retreated while the spirit force around his body surged wildly. A large ball of golden light rapidly gathered in front of his chest, bearing the look of a highly powerful spell being prepared.
