This style is too cautious. In a certain case, it can even be called paranoia. But it did work, and Yang Ji can't hide it anymore now.

"Half a cup of tea, at most half a cup of tea, and he will find a problem. In this half of the time, if I can't get them done, there won't be any more chances!"

Yang Ji was secretly lurking in the magma, and his heart was up and down.

Time is now on the side of the Voodoo Cult, forcing Yang Ji to make a move. But how can it be so easy, in a short period of time, Yang Ji thought of countless methods in his mind, but he couldn't pass the level of the leader of the Voodoo Sect.

Kill him!

Kill the leader of the Voodoo cult, as long as you kill him, your plan will succeed, and the biggest obstacle will be removed, and no one will be able to stop you.

Whether it's killing that crocodile-shaped beast, collecting the soul of the beast, or killing all the voodoo cultists in this world, erasing all traces of his own visit, it's as easy as a finger.

But only if you can really kill him.

Yang Ji could feel that although the Flying Iron Corpse had not yet collected conclusive information, the leader of the Voodoo Sect had already become vigilant in his heart. Coupled with the previous young bee incident, it was far from easy to get close to him.

To make matters worse, although his strength has been weakened, the weakened Cheng dù is far less powerful. With his superb combat skills and experience, the leader of the Voodoo Cult avoided the threatening attacks of the crocodile beast and preserved his strength.

Yang Ji even had a feeling of extreme strength for a while, - this guy seems to be using his subordinates intentionally or unintentionally, using them to block some attacks that he can't dodge, share his own damage, and preserve his strength!

And so on until the moment the crocodile beast fell. All the Voodoo masters were killed in battle, but the strength of this voodoo leader may not have been weakened very severely.

――This makes Yang Ji have no chance at all!

And if the other party becomes alert, gives up this opportunity, and quickly leaves the lava space, then the situation will be even worse.

Voodoo people will definitely try to find themselves. With their huge strength that even the ancient giant beasts dare to pay attention to, they are afraid that they will not be able to escape. There is simply not much capital to contend with.

"The last chance, whether you can succeed or not, depends on whether you can kill him smoothly!"

Yang Ji pondered, and a sharp light flashed in his mind.

The situation was very unfavorable to him, and the voodoo leader was on very high alert. It's impossible to get close to it. Even if you have a mustard bottle.

“...... So, in the shortest possible time, break through his defenses and kill him before he takes action!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.

No tricks, stratagems, can no longer work. Only the front is hard. This means that Yang Ji will resist his attacks, and under the pressure of the opponent's deadly threat, break through his defenses and kill him.

With the cultivation of the peak of the Martial Sect against an Eightfold Dà Martial Sect?

Under normal circumstances, this is impossible, but the leader of the Great Martial Sect level Voodoo Sect may have slapped Yang Ji into a meatloaf. The only advantage that Yang Ji has now is that the other party doesn't know his own existence yet.

And no matter how cautious and careful his nature is, until now. Most of his attention was on the crocodile-shaped beast in front of him.

This is Yang Ji's only chance, and it is also the greatest hope!

"Buzz!"

It's quiet. There was only the terrifying sound of explosions in the distance. Yang Ji looked into the distance, just staring at the voodoo leader.

The mental power in his mind was drastically consumed, and all the movements, movements, physical details of the Voodoo leader's attacks, and changes in position were all reflected in Yang Ji's mind.

In this way, Yang Ji is trying to memorize the movements of the Voodoo leader, record his habits, and try to find his flaws.

"It's too strong. Quite experienced. He was almost two seconds ahead of the crocodile behemoth!"

"Most of the injuries he received were the ripples of the area attacks, and the rhythm of the attacks that suppressed the crocodile behemoths......"

"The combat skills are quite strong, with super sensing and prediction, and it is difficult for him to succeed in sneak attacks......"

"His left hand is not as skilled as his right hand, and that's the biggest flaw. But if you really attack from here. It will be instantly compensated for by his right palm attack. Not only will you gain nothing, but you will fall into his trap - this is a trap!"

"Superior perception, peak reflexes, extreme caution and a wealth of fighting skills...... There's only one chance to deal with him, and only once!"

......

The light in Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts flashed in an instant. These people's combat experience and skills are all rich and extraordinary, a crocodile-shaped giant beast that Tu Su Renxiong and Di Volcano Zhuang couldn't do anything for three or four years was played with by them, if it wasn't for their own secret evil, these people probably wouldn't die in the end.

And that Yae Dà Martial Sect, as the leader of these people, his strength and experience are even more outstanding. Many of Yang Ji's moves and strategies are effective against others, but they are useless against this kind of person.

Once defeated, Yang Ji was fully furious with all the anger of an eightfold dà martial sect, as well as the unscrupulous pursuit of a powerful force.

"The Flying Iron Corpse should have already driven more than half the way, and in a little while, the truth will be discovered!"

Yang Ji calculated the speed of the flying iron corpse, and was secretly anxious in his heart, time was not on his side.

When the leader of the Voodoo Sect discovers that the array slave is missing near the teleportation formation, it will be exposed. This is not a question of how to remedy it as long as Yang Ji gives up the plan, but how to remedy it.

Once a plan starts, it is often impossible to help yourself, and there is no way back. What's more, this also involves one's own destiny, even if it is a huge risk, it is worth fighting.

“...... Ten more breaths!"

Yang Ji's mind buzzed for a while, and there was not much time left for himself:

"There's only one last chance left!"

Yang Ji raised his head and stared fiercely into the distance. Although there is little hope, the opportunity is not impossible. After carefully observing for so long, Yang Ji has found a flaw:

Every time the battle reached a certain point, the Voodoo leader had to look up and distract himself from the three iron corpses (one had flown away) and the two bronze corpses above his head.

This is the Flying Iron Corpse and the Flying Bronze Corpse are both creations of the leader of the Voodoo Cult, and they have his consciousness clones, which are equivalent to his clones.

Under normal circumstances, there should be no flaws.

However, in the face of a crocodile-shaped giant beast of the Martial Arts Eightfold Martial Sect level, and in the lava world, there is a strength bonus and self-healing effect, and at the same time, there is a shortage of manpower, even a strong person like the leader of the Voodoo Sect will inevitably be overwhelmed, overstretched, and flawed.

This is your only chance!

At this time, the Voodoo leader not only had to distract the crocodile beast, but also a few flying iron corpses and flying bronze corpses, in all cases, this was the time when the voodoo leader was the most distracted, the most beneficial to himself, and the most hopeful.

“...... Eight breaths to go!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath.

He had calculated precisely, and there were still eight breaths left to make the situation happen.

“...... It's seven breaths of time!"

Yang Ji glanced deeply into the distance, and then quickly dived into the lava seabed, came to the bottom of the battlefield and looked up.

Now there are only five breaths left!

Yang Ji looked up at the huge whirlpool, the boiling red sea, and the huge waves...... , all the qiē is clearly inverted in the mind, floating on the pupil.

All the moves, positions, and strains of the Voodoo leader...... , Yang Jidu has long been familiar with it. Yang Ji's huge spiritual power deduced and changed from it, and he had already deduced a very small flaw.

This flaw is subtle and hidden in the moves. Not even a flaw. But Yang Ji has a way to turn this flaw, which is not a flaw, into a real flaw.

And based on the instantaneous reaction of the leader of the Voodoo Cult, as well as the fighting instinct, Yang Ji has a 1% chance of turning it into a huge grasp.

This is entirely determined by the fighting reflexes and instincts of Yang Ji and the Voodoo leader.

The Voodoo Cult leader's combat reaction was two seconds ahead of the crocodile behemoth, and Yang Ji had to be even faster than him to be able to do so.

The so-called difference is a thousand miles. In order to reach the level of the leader of the Voodoo Cult, it is impossible to increase the speed by one line.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Ji was good at swordsmanship, and he had the advantage of speed after merging with the Mustard Bottle Human Bottle, Yang Ji wouldn't even have to think about it if he wanted to deal with an eightfold Great Martial Sect.

Even with these advantages, Yang Ji did not have the ability to break through head-on in an eightfold dà martial sect. If the magma world had a special environment, and there was that terrifying giant beast that attracted his attention, Yang Ji could only sigh with admiration.

An eightfold Great Martial Sect is definitely not something that anyone can challenge, and there are many dangers in it!

"Four breaths!"

This thought swept through his mind, and Yang Ji's whole body collapsed. The next moment, a fiery red monster fish that was caught by Yang Ji in advance and resembled a swordfish was released by Yang Ji from the mustard bottle.

Sou!

Yang Jiren's bottle was one, and it instantly disappeared into the mouth of the fiery red strange fish. In an instant, a thousandth of a thousandth of a strange fish burst out of the sky and swept towards the surface of the magma sea.

"Three breaths!"

The fiery red monster fish instantly streaked through the layers of space, only halfway from the surface of the lava sea. In the battlefield where all kinds of energy converged and had long been turned into an energy storm zone, the energy of this strange fish was not very obvious, but it was by no means imperceptible.

The leader of the Voodoo Cult was already suspicious, and the flying iron corpse sent out was enough to explain the problem. For an Eightfold Dà Martial Sect who had already become vigilant, it was no longer as feasible to get close to him as it had been.

So Yang Ji never thought that he could get as close as before. (To be continued......)