Whoosh!!--
A sharp, ear-piercing boom of air friction accompanied a burst of flame. The instant Jiang Dali drove out his elbow like a great spear, the sleeve of his clothes was ripped apart and scorched by the high-speed friction of the air, leaving only his sturdy wrist tightly bound by the Iron Nail Bracer.
In that instant, from movement to attack, the sudden burst of speed Jiang Dali displayed had even surpassed the Immortal God when he had wielded the power of Maha Wuliang, rivaling even Di Shitian's ghostlike speed.
Yet with a bang, the air exploded into countless rushing currents that surged in all directions. The old man's figure twisted within those turbulent currents and vanished—it had been an afterimage.
Jiang Dali's mind was clear and calm. He had long expected that his opponent would not be struck so easily.
The instant his elbow missed and his body lost balance, his extraordinary spiritual perception had already formed several images in his mind, each one a scene he had predicted would happen next.
Swish!--
A tail like golden lightning flashed. As it tore through the air and swung his body free from imbalance, it suddenly struck some sharp object behind him with a clang, sending sparks flying.
A figure flickered and nimbly evaded the Divine Tail's unabated, turning strike. His palm abruptly transformed into a pitch-black mass of qi, instantly absorbing the surging curtain of rain around them and forming a wailing ghost face that blasted toward Jiang Dali's abdomen like lightning.
Hun Tian Four Absolutes—Rain!
Ominous Rain!
Before it even made contact, Jiang Dali's eight steel-hard abdominal muscles had already tensed reflexively, while countless goosebumps rose across his skin.
In such a lightning-fast exchange at this close range, there was no time to dodge.
Bang!!
The instant the ghost-faced