"Greetings, Taoist fellow."
The Li Family was famous for its swordsmanship. Li Xijun had not yet drawn his sword and the beast began to dread with apprehension. The two brothers stood in the air, manifesting the grandeur of a great Immortal Clan.
Mu Mili, who had been up against Li Ximing for dozens of moves, was unable to break free from the luminosity. His face was covered with red blotches, his lips pale, his heart filled with anger.
He could sense that his opponent before him had a lack of experience in spell battles and didn't know any powerful spells. Yet, the Immortal Foundation was frighteningly robust. No matter how he interwove various forms of witchcraft, just a single Ming Border was enough to suppress him thoroughly.
What's more, the Ming Border seemingly specialized in suppression and erosion. He could hardly escape; even though Li Ximing couldn't subdue him for the time being, Mu Mili's mana and vitality were rapidly depleting, increasingly ensnared.
