848: Death God Solos the Nether King, the True Meaning of Life and Death!

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Pulled into a strange virtual arena, Wang YuanYuan did not lose her composure.

Faced with an unfamiliar battlefield, she swiftly set up a spatial barrier for defense.

As for Immortal Piao Miao's true body, it remained suspended in the opponent's blind spot.

With one hand, she slashed open the void, and countless transparent threads emerged from the rift.

They were the physical manifestation of spatial laws.

They forced Wang YuanYuan to unleash spatial blades, constantly severing the threads to escape their confinement.

But an encirclement formed from simulated threads was not so easily dealt with by merely cutting through space.

Countless energy nodes continuously wove more threads.

The strain on Wang YuanYuan's mind was immense.

She had to remain vigilant at every moment, and in an instant, she had fallen into a disadvantaged position under the counterattack.

Attacks tore through space from every direction, forcing Wang YuanYuan to concentrate completely.

She constantly sensed spatial fluctuations, predicting the paths of incoming attacks and defending against them.

Fortunately, her "Spatial Perception" talent was exceptional, so she was not struck for the time being.

But there was no doubt that dragging this out would be extremely unfavorable.

After all, high-level spatial spells depended on vast mental power.

If used excessively for too long, they would undoubtedly lead to a brief period of weakness.

Once she entered the downtime between her spell buffs, the opponent might seize the opening.

Wang YuanYuan suddenly bit the tip of her tongue and drew out a strand of blood essence.

She painted battle patterns directly onto the surface of her shield.

"Let's see where you can hide this time!"

The moment her words fell, the Giant Spirit God phantom roared at the heavens.

The bronze tower shield carried spatial turbulence as it smashed fiercely toward the northwestern