The battle was reaching a fever pitch.
Su Qinglan swung her arms, sending wave after wave of thorn covered vines at the witch doctor, but he swatted them away as if they were nothing more than bothersome flies.
Her chest was heaving, and sweat dripped down her forehead.
No matter how much power she used, the old man seemed to absorb the impact.
Suddenly, a mechanical voice rang out inside her head.
"Host, stop. You cannot kill him like this," Xuyu said urgently.
Su Qinglan's heart skipped a beat. She dodged a bolt of black energy and gritted her teeth. "What do you mean, Xuyu? I'm hitting him with everything I have!"
"This man is a high level practitioner of the Black Temple," Xuyu explained, his voice sounding faster than usual.
"The face you see in front of you is probably not even his true face. He is hiding his true power and his real form."
