An Zihao was a special case, an anomaly even in the entire universe. He had sat alone on the moon for ten thousand years, his strength remaining stagnant while only his will continued to grow, creating a massive disparity between the two.
Today, he had broken through to the Out of Body Realm, climbing another step higher. His will had become even more powerful and terrifying!
Under the pressure of his primordial spirit, the many attackers were frozen in place.
They were horrified to find their wills imprisoned. No matter how fiercely their wills struggled, their bodies simply would not obey.
This move of An Zihao's was a tremendous help.
In a life-and-death clash like this, being unable to move meant becoming a live target at the mercy of others!
"Beautiful!"
Fan Lang's eyes gleamed. He flourished his sword light and sheathed the blade, taking on a stern posture with one hand gripping the sword and pressing downward. The surrounding void sank with it, as though the heavens were collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.
Time-Space Slash!
Seizing the opportunity, Fan Lang abruptly drew his sword. He moved with the blade, and the blade moved with him, flashing repeatedly through the air. Every time he appeared, he struck an enemy.
Someone was cut in half at the waist.
A Darkness Beast was split into two.
An insectoid was blasted to pieces.
The sword light sketched a freehand dragon pattern across the sky, its lines bold and unrestrained, seeking not physical resemblance but spiritual essence.
An Zihao's primordial spirit was rapidly depleted, and the suppressive effect began to loosen as it neared its limit. The controlled enemies struggled madly and gradually regained some ability to move.
Fan Lang finished with a Finishing Touch of a sword strike, chopping an insectoid