Gradually, he had grown accustomed to the battle methods of the Xuantian Continent.
Take Qi Mei for example, unleashing killing moves amidst casual conversation.
For enemies that could be sneakily eliminated, he would never engage in direct combat.
If he had to face the enemy head-on, he would first retreat to a far distance and hide, then continue to devise a plan to eliminate them covertly.
For those he really couldn't get rid of sneakily, he would call in more people to help carry out the sneak attack.
In just a few breaths' time—
He felt several extremely terrifying cultivations landing near him. He didn't look up; with cultivations like theirs, he could sense their gaze on his spirit.
He could only bury his head in the ground.
For concealment, he had retracted all the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Treasures back into his small world, and even drew back his Protective Spirit Qi, so now his condition was the same as on the day of "Long Night Is Coming."
