Nine crimson chains suddenly burst from Luo Chen's body, whipping through the air as they lashed toward the seven incoming flying swords. At the same time, he fixed his gaze firmly on Liang Baizao and repeatedly blasted out palm strikes. Giant azure palms appeared across the sky one after another. Even with the man's astonishing speed, he could barely evade such overwhelming attacks and had to summon a shield to resist them head-on. But even behind the shield, the violent shockwaves and searing torrents of fire still burned his hair and beard black. Wisps of smoke curled upward as though they might catch fire at any moment. 0

"You want to compete with me in mana reserves?"0

After taking several palm strikes head-on, he finally saw through Luo Chen's intentions, and a cold sneer gradually appeared on his face. Though his cultivation had declined over the years, he was still a genuine eighth-stage Adept. No matter how fast Luo Chen's growth had been, he was still only at the sixth stage. In a battle of attrition, he had nothing to fear.0

Besides, maintaining a defensive enchanted treasure consumed relatively little mana, while Luo Chen was continuously unleashing large-scale destructive spells. How many more times could he sustain that level of expenditure? Just as he resolved to drag the battle out, the corner of his...0