The reason the spell cultivator was so confident was that Lu Ye was at a complete disadvantage in a battle of spells.
Lu Ye naturally couldn't gain the upper hand in a battle of amateurs against professionals.
At this moment, the area between the two was filled with mist, with water balls hidden in the mist. The Fire Phoenix Art had just been used, but its power had dropped sharply by thirty percent. As it passed through the thick mist, its power dropped further. Before long, it would be blocked and scattered by the spell cultivator's spells.
Spells blotted out the sky and covered the earth as they suppressed Lu Ye bit by bit. Even if he activated the Fire Phoenix Art with all his might, he couldn't reverse the situation.
"Fellow Daoist, you don't have to feel aggrieved. This time, I've taken advantage of the terrain. If I meet you in the wild, you'll definitely be able to kill your way to me. At that time, I won't be your match."
Although the spell cultivator had the upper hand, his words were very humble and even seemed to be persuading Lu Ye.
However, it was obviously abnormal for someone from the Myriad Demon Ridge to persuade someone from the Haotian Alliance.
The other party seemed to be advising him out of goodwill, but in fact, he was adding fuel to the fire. His words and actions were urging Lu Ye to think of a way to kill his way to him, as if he could only sit and wait for death if he did.
One had to admit that this person understood people's hearts well. With a few simple words, he could incite the anger in the enemy's heart.
Now, the two were on two isolated islands about ninety feet apart. If Lu Ye wanted to kill his way to him, he would have to fly over on his spiritual tool. Facing a spell cultivator like this, it wasn't easy to fly over. If he wasn't careful, he might be knocked down.
However, the current situation was too unfavorable for Lu Ye. If he didn't fly over, he would lose this battle.
Summoning his own flying spirit artifact, Lu Ye leaped onto it and activated his spirit energy. Turning into a streak of light, he plunged headlong into the thick fog. Only his silhouette could be vaguely seen through the fog.
Seeing Lu Ye's actions, the spell cultivator's lips curled up in a treacherous expression that said, "Kid, you've been fooled."
His hand seals changed, and as more than ten water balls shot toward Lu Ye, he clasped his hands together and shouted, "Condense!"
The thick mist between the two instantly became viscous. Rushing into the mist, Lu Ye immediately felt a sense of sluggishness, and his speed suddenly decreased.
So he was waiting for him here!
Lu Ye suddenly understood.
He had fought with Bai Lan before, and Bai Lan had also cultivated water element spells. However, her water element spells had a great corrosive effect on Imperial Flying Tools, which would greatly reduce their spirituality. Lu Ye had thought that his opponent this time should be very similar to Bai Lan's methods. As long as his flying tool's spirituality was greatly reduced, his situation in the air would become very bad.
Unexpectedly, his spell didn't corrode the spirit tool at all. Instead, it had the ability to slow down the speed of the spirit tool.
At this moment, in the thick fog, although Lu Ye did his best to activate the spirit artifact under his feet, he was still as slow as a turtle. At this speed, there was no way he could dodge the enemy's attack.
The spell cultivator's killing move came. Balls of water suddenly appeared around Lu Ye's body and surrounded him. Then, the balls of water exploded and turned into a series of exquisite spells, instantly turning the place where Lu Ye was into a zone of death.
"Either admit defeat or die. What's your choice?" The spell cultivator looked at the silhouette in the fog in front of him, feeling very proud. In truth, in terms of true strength, there was no way he could occupy the sixth place on the Spirit Stream List. Behind him was Yu Lianzhou of the North Profound Sword Sect, who was obviously stronger than him.
However, Yu Lianzhou had challenged him before, and in the end, he was in the same situation as Lu Ye. He had no choice but to admit defeat and give up!
It could be said that it was because of this special terrain that he was able to occupy the sixth place on the Spirit Stream List. Furthermore, this Fog Condensing Technique was a spell that he had painstakingly cultivated. It was used in conjunction with the terrain, and was very effective against body cultivators, weapon cultivators, and even ghost cultivators who needed to fight in close quarters.
Lu Ye naturally wouldn't admit defeat. As the spell cultivator watched, a dazzling lightning suddenly appeared in the fog.
The spell cultivator's expression turned serious. He had never heard of Lu Yiye cultivating lightning element spells. Where did this lightning come from?
Just as he was thinking about it, a clap of thunder rang out, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, directly striking the fog.
"Lightning Summoning Talisman?" The spell cultivator was shocked, and all the hair on his body stood on end. A great sense of crisis rose in his heart, and he hurriedly retreated until he reached the edge of the island. He waved the fog in front of him away, and activated a spiritual barrier around his body. Only then did he feel a little safer.
The existence of the fog greatly increased the power of lightning, and he didn't dare to touch it.
He mistakenly thought that Lu Ye had activated some kind of lightning summoning talisman, but in fact, Lu Ye didn't have one. This kind of spiritual talisman was expensive, and each one cost at least a hundred spirit stones. It was an extremely expensive spiritual talisman.
What he had used was just a lightning summoning spiritual pattern.
This move was something he had learned from Bai Lan. When he had fought against Bai Lan before, she had suddenly used it, and he had been caught off guard.
Everywhere that was filled with fog, lightning instantly swam, and electric snakes danced wildly. It was an extremely terrifying sight.
Even though the spell cultivator had tried his best to avoid it, he couldn't avoid being slightly affected. For a moment, his body trembled like a sieve, and his hair stood on end.
In his field of vision, the figure wrapped in fog fell straight down. Soon, the sound of something falling into the water could be heard from the surface of the sea.
The giant beast swimming under the sea boiled, and a bloody mouth suddenly opened, swallowing the thing that fell into its stomach!
Dead?
The spell cultivator stared fixedly at this scene, almost unable to believe that Lu Yiye had died just like that! He didn't die from a spell, but from his own lightning summoning talisman …
This …
No, the spell cultivator suddenly realized a problem. If Lu Yiye was really dead, then he should have won. However, there was no feedback from the heavens, which meant that Lu Yiye wasn't dead!
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw a bright flame rushing over from a position close to the surface of the sea. The flame looked like a pair of wings!
He still wanted to activate the Fog Condensing Technique to stop Lu Ye, but lightning was still swimming in the fog. How could he activate it?
A piercing pain came from between his brows, and the warning in his heart urged him to leave quickly. Otherwise, it would be too late when the other party got close.
"I admit defeat!" Dharma Xiu was a sensible person and immediately shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ye, with a pair of flaming wings, appeared in front of him like a divine soldier descending from the heavens. He slashed his saber at the spell cultivator's neck, and the huge force sent him flying. However, he had already disappeared in midair.
His eyes widened with fear. Fortunately, he had shouted in time, or he really would have died!
Standing on the other party's island, Lu Ye's eyes were downcast, and the fury in his heart was rising!
It was fine that the ninth-ranked Ghost Shadow had wasted two days of his time. The other party was a ghost cultivator and wouldn't easily make a move unless he was confident, so he had hidden for two days.
But what the hell was this spell cultivator? He had chosen such a strange terrain and used it to show off his strength. When he came over, he actually admitted defeat!
What was this? Lu Ye felt as if he had just punched cotton.
This guy was really too disgusting.
He had even lost an air-transportation spirit artifact!
The one that had fallen into the water just now was his broken air-transportation spirit artifact. The reason he had let it fall into the water was because he wanted to use it to lower the enemy's guard. In the end, it hadn't worked.
Although he now had a large number of air-transportation spirit artifacts, he couldn't waste them like this.
He had originally planned to use this battle to relieve his stifling killing intent, but now, not only had it not been relieved, it had become even more serious!
After leaving the battlefield and returning to the wooden house, Lu Ye rummaged through his storage pouch and found a suitable air-transportation spirit artifact. He silently refined it.
He didn't know what kind of strange people and strange terrain he would encounter in the next battle, but he couldn't do without an air-transportation spirit artifact.
Although he now had the Flying Wing Spirit Tattoo and could activate it at any time, it consumed much more energy than flying on a spirit artifact. He would try not to use it if possible.
On the Spirit Stream List, the Jade Blood Sect's Lu Yiye's name was already in sixth place!
The Myriad Devil Ridge's side was silent.
Even the experts in the top ten of the Spirit Stream List were unable to stop the momentum of this fellow. Of the nine Heavenly Lists, the fact that Celestial Eight occupied such a high position caused many of the cultivators in the Myriad Devil Ridge to feel ashamed.
Shi Guang from the Profound Dao Sect had already returned to his own camp and was in the middle of recuperating. He knew that he would soon have a battle with Lu Ye, and before that, he had to adjust himself to his best state.
He was the final gatekeeper. If even he was defeated, the entire Myriad Devil Ridge would lose face.
Even Li Baxian hadn't been able to occupy the first place on the Spirit Stream List with a Heaven Eight cultivation base!
How long had Lu Yiye been cultivating? What ability did he have to accomplish such a feat?
In an instant, the entire Spirit Stream Battlefield quieted down. Everyone was paying attention to the changes on the Spirit Stream List.
From the current rankings, Lu Yiye only needed to defeat the person in third place on the Spirit Stream List to be able to challenge Shi Guang!
The person in third place on the Spirit Stream List was a female cultivator from a first-grade sect in the Heaven Continent.
Inside the wooden house, Lu Ye was refining a flying spiritual tool while replying to messages from many of his friends.
They all knew that Lu Ye was about to challenge the person in third place on the Spirit Stream List, so his friends kindly passed him all kinds of information about his opponent.
After reading the information, Lu Ye frowned.
Strictly speaking, the person in third place was a weapon cultivator, and could be considered a very special small sect. In the entire Nine Continents, they were rare, even rarer than Yanshi.
Was this another disgusting guy?
Lu Ye's mentality collapsed.
The strength of the person in third place on the Spirit Stream List could be seen from Li Baxian, who had been in third place before.
Of course, since the three malignant tumors had been removed, the value of the Spirit Stream List had undoubtedly declined greatly. The current person in third place couldn't be compared to Li Baxian.
However, Lu Ye would never underestimate her, nor would he show mercy just because she was a woman. During these days of fighting, there were quite a number of female cultivators who had died at his hands. Basically, none of them could survive. Only Bai Lan had managed to escape.
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