The qi structure dispersed, recombined, and the divine form changed again—Divine Speed Form.
In the next instant, Chuan Ge was like a man with countless clones, unleashing innumerable moves in every direction in a single moment. Fists swung, palms chopped, knees drove, legs swept—countless techniques radiated outward, as though Chuan Ge had sprouted countless arms and legs in an instant.
Facing the storm-of-pear-blossoms-like barrage of powerful qi attacks, Dark Abyss launched himself with divine speed. His Word Spirit body allowed his thought qi to erupt at high speed while ignoring biological structure, while companions from several Worldlines helped him think at once, pushing his reaction speed to an impossible level.
For a time, Dark Abyss was like an untouchable ghost, constantly flickering away, flying, coiling, and weaving about. At the same time, dark-red lightning crisscrossed and erupted into a net of thunder, fully displaying the mage's creed: if you could kite, then you absolutely had to kite.
"Fuck, there's practically no wind-up, and he doesn't even need to catch his breath to cast! How could someone in the Second Heavenly Layer have reaction speed and thought qi reserves like this? And this lightning—its killing power is way too strong. Is this really the Second Heavenly Layer?" Several blasts of lightning exploded against Chuan Ge's body, blowing apart a good portion of the Divine Speed Form's protective qi layer. He could not help gritting his teeth.
What happened to realm suppression? What happened to the strong and weak having unsynchronized timelines? Why had it all stopped working here?
But it did not matter. Qi was still qi. Those dazzling moves were merely a smokescreen; the real hidden hand lay elsewhere.
Just now, more than ten strands of qi had burrowed into the ground beneath his feet, stealthily tunneling their way forward.