Jiang Shengjun took some time to break free from the skeletal arms' restraints, and for a while, he seemed flustered in the face of Bu Lige's attacks.
The gap in their strength was not all that great. Even though Bu Lige had gained a slight upper hand thanks to what had happened at the beginning, it could not become the deciding factor.
Spiritual energy coated the sword's edge, leaving behind dazzling traces of light with every strike. It looked as though special effects had been added.
Luo Chuan watched with great interest. Spiritual energy truly had a wide range of uses. If they were filming a movie, there would be no need for post-production effects at all—they could simply use the real thing.
There was not much to say about Bu Lige and Jiang Shengjun's battle. The combat power of the Creation Realm was at most this much, only leaving a few sword marks on the surrounding stone platforms.
"I didn't expect you to actually believe it. Looks like the magic aura simulation rewarded by this Underworld worked pretty well." Bu Lige retreated nearly ten meters before coming to a stop.
The necromancer class possessed a special magical skill that could simulate the aura produced when other magic was cast. That was why Jiang Shengjun had been so easily deceived by Bu Lige just now.
Jiang Shengjun was not much different from Bu Lige. He had also retreated a long way, supporting himself with his sword as he gasped for breath.
In the dozen or so seconds of fighting just now, both his spiritual energy and stamina had been greatly depleted. What he needed to do now was quickly adjust his condition.
"Bu Lige, you brat have really gone bad." After taking a few breaths, Jiang Shengjun could not help