The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
In an instant, the distance between them had closed to just thirty feet!
Dong Shuye had barely released a couple of Dao techniques before they were all dodged by Lu Ye.
Spirit force surged as a fiery red round disc appeared in front of Dong Shuye, and from the disc, countless fist-sized fireballs spewed out, densely covering the area ahead.
The dark cave immediately brightened with light.
This particular magic spell had been used by him two and a half months ago when he pursued Lu Ye. Compared to the Golden Arc Slash, each fireball's destructive power was much less, but their number and coverage area were greater, and Dong Shuye was somewhat more adept at utilizing fire-type spells than those of the metal type.
Lu Ye, who was charging straight at him, frowned and immediately backed away, his footsteps shifting as he tried to move around the side. However, Dong Shuye adjusted his direction at the same time, continuously pouring spirit force into the red disc in front of him.