As Lu Li drew his long blade, the Soul Intent around him surged to its peak. Blade light swept across the sky like a master of calligraphy freely wielding brush and ink.
The next instant, the massive palm was sliced clean through. Black rain filled the sky, falling to the ground and forming black oil fields.
Lu Li ascended through the rain curtain. "Dirty little hands are better off chopped off."
As he spoke, he swung his blade again. Arc-shaped blade light spread outward, cleaving through both gray mist and darkness. His blade intent Traversed the battlefield, injuring the Ancient God of the Night while carrying a powerful pull.
It was a clash within the spiritual realm, a battle between wills. Amid the surging Soul Intent, the black curtain in the sky finally vanished, and a black sphere over two meters tall appeared before Lu Li.
Its surface was covered in tiny eyes. When still, they gave off a faint glow like stars in the black universe. But when those eyeballs moved, they were utterly revolting.
This was the Ancient God of the Night's true body, the core of its spiritual will.
"Human King..."
The black sphere actually spoke. Countless eyes stared fixedly at Lu Li, as if probing him for something.
But Lu Li had no intention of continuing the conversation. He rushed forward and brought his blade down. Blood qi rose around him, and his blade momentum was peerless in its tyranny.
Layer upon layer of pitch-black barriers blocked Lu Li's path like tough sheets of cloth. Yet he showed no hesitation as he brought down his blade, splitting through the layers of black fabric in an instant.
Then he twisted at the waist, changing moves as his blade momentum neared its end. He drew the force back