Xiang Yu watched the growing flame attack with dread, his mind racing through possible countermeasures. Should he coat his sword with lightning and attempt to split the fireball? No, this wasn't some fantasy movie. Besides, even if he somehow managed such a feat, what if the separated halves crashed into his carefully buried talismans? The resulting chain reaction would only hasten his demise.
His thoughts turned to using earth qi to burrow underground for escape. That wouldn't work either—disturbing the ground would trigger the very talismans he'd planted, sending him to meet his ancestors even sooner. Damn it! He'd cornered himself with his own strategy.
"All those novels lied," he thought bitterly. Weren't villains supposed to be predictable idiots? Shouldn't this cultivator be cursing and blindly charging at him instead of employing such effective tactics? Xiang Yu exhaled slowly, recognizing he was getting too agitated. He needed to maintain his composure and find a solution.
