The two old men's expressions had become increasingly ugly.
They could naturally see what Bai Zihan was trying to do.
He wasn't confronting the Dragon Burial Slash head-on.
He was stalling.
Dragging out the fight until Long Haotian exhausted himself maintaining the technique.
And the most frustrating part?
It was working.
Long Haotian's cultivation might be high, but a Saint Grade Technique was not something he could maintain indefinitely.
Every second consumed an enormous amount of Immortal Qi.
The first old man's eyes narrowed.
His divine sense spread outward.
The second old man did the same.
The nine figures scattered throughout the arena appeared identical.
To ordinary cultivators, they were impossible to distinguish.
However, the two old men were far from ordinary cultivators.
Their divine senses swept through the battlefield repeatedly.
No wonder, Long Haotian couldn't tell these clones apart.
