The shock on Bingpo's face had yet to fade when spatial ripples suddenly arose, and several deep spatial rifts appeared once more in her field of vision.
They seemed slow, but were in truth swift, shooting toward this place at a speed even faster than Teleportation.
Bingpo's elegant brows lifted, and with a flicker of her figure, she vanished from where she stood.
Rip...
This time, she discovered them in time and finally dodged by a hair's breadth, but immediately afterward, an inconceivable scene appeared before her eyes again.
That brilliant Phoenix disappeared, reverting into sword light.
Bingpo's expression went blank. Could it be that the move just now had consumed too much magic power, and the other party could no longer sustain it?
No, that was not right.
That boy Lin was already a Tribulation Transcendence-level great cultivator. It was impossible for his magic power to be exhausted so quickly.
And what made Bingpo even more uneasy was that although the Phoenix had already vanished, the ominous premonition of danger in her heart still refused to disperse.
What was going on?
The thought had not even finished turning through her mind.
A streak of sword light closer to her had already slashed over.
It was dazzling and brilliant, yet very quickly transformed into a slender silver thread.
Bingpo's brows lifted, but she did not dare underestimate it too much.
She raised her jade hand and pointed a finger at that silver thread.
Rip...
From her fingertip, a wisp of radiance likewise emerged and collided with the fine thread transformed from the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword.
Silently and soundlessly, a large stretch of the nearby void collapsed entirely inward, showing the power of this strike.
Then another ripping sound entered her ears—it was yet another streak of sword light cleaving