Li Rui fought his way to Zuo Qiutian.
He fought until those steadfast believers in the Hidden Sect were trembling with fear, finally allowing him to get close.
At this moment, the array drawn with a river of blood floated in the air, seemingly more than half completed.
Li Rui held the Vajra Umbrella, and blood pearls dripped down along the umbrella ribs, seemingly drawn by some force, merging into one of the many streams beneath the World Tree.
He locked his gaze on Zuo Qiutian, ready to strike if the man dared to move.
The situation had changed; Li Rui no longer needed to risk his life to eliminate a doppelganger, or rely on the terrain to barely survive.
He could kill Zuo Qiutian at any time, at least once.
As for how many other survival tactics this cunning scholar had, that would just have to be handled one step at a time.
At any rate, Li Rui now controlled the field and was the strongest. He had the right to act this way.
