The martial cultivator's physical body was extremely formidable.
When a magic cultivator fought against him, they had to play to their strengths and cover their weaknesses.
Just then,
dressed in a white robe like a ferocious tiger with wings, he leaped and reached more than twenty yards high in the air. Ultimately, he could not fly, and after reaching his limit, he clearly began to fall.
Just as the cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, a talisman paper appeared, and after shattering, turned into purple light that enhanced the white robe. The man completely transformed into a flying tiger, suddenly accelerating in the air. The long spear kept enlarging in the cultivator's pupils until it obscured his entire field of vision.
"Pu-chi—"
He didn't even have a chance to cast a defensive spell.
The cultivator's chest burst open with a blood-red lotus as his body plummeted straight down, crashing into the chaotic army below.
"Brother Zhao!"
