Ye Xiwen's fist passed straight through the Nether King's body, as though it had pierced empty space and struck no solid object at all.
He immediately realized that this was precisely a trait of the Nether Race. At critical moments, they could turn incorporeal, transforming themselves entirely into something like an afterimage.
This was somewhat similar to an ability possessed only by Divine Lords. They appeared to be standing in place, but their true bodies were actually hidden beyond countless layers of space, making them impossible to attack. Yet the Nether Race's ability was even stranger, and it was an Innate Divine Ability.
They could freely shift between illusion and substance, not to mention that the Nether King was the strongest expert the Nether Race had ever produced.
The Nether King did not care in the slightest. He merely sneered, then opened his gaping bloody maw and swallowed at Ye Xiwen, intending to bite him to death alive.
"Illusion and substance!" A faint sneer appeared on Ye Xiwen's lips. Just as the Nether King opened his gaping maw and was about to swallow him whole, a resounding clang rang out. The Nether King immediately screamed miserably, his entire body exploding into a cloud of blood mist before reforming in the distance.
At the instant he had tried to swallow Ye Xiwen, he had become corporeal, and Ye Xiwen had seized that moment—a chance that ordinary people could never possibly grasp. They did not know when the Nether King might become corporeal, but Ye Xiwen was different. He did not need to know when the Nether King would materialize. He only needed to strike faster than the Nether King.
This was the extreme speed he had attained after cultivating the Wings of Space to their peak.
He did not need to