In Song Zhong's eyes, Xing Shen had no fixed form—or rather, his form was "movement" itself.
"Song Zhong of the Human Race."
"The Spatial Dao you rely on is nothing more than a child's game before this god."
The instant Xing Shen's words fell, his figure vanished.
This...
It did not seem to be speed so fast the naked eye could not catch it, nor was it the Spatial Dao.
Around Song Zhong, not even the slightest spatial ripple appeared, yet Xing Shen materialized behind him without the least sign or warning.
It was as if this was Xing Shen's instinct!
Or perhaps an ability unique to the Xing Clan?
"Hiss...!"
Xing Shen raised his hand and swept it out, pointing a finger toward Song Zhong's back. In an instant, a sharp gleam suddenly shot forth, bursting from Xing Shen's extended finger and landing on Song Zhong's back in the blink of an eye!
Before Song Zhong, the protective lightning naturally flowing over his body, as well as the layers of overlapping space around him, had not the slightest effect at this moment.
Song Zhong's pupils abruptly contracted!
He did not even have time to turn around. He could only rely on his battle instinct and force his body half a fraction to the left!
Pfft!
The next moment, a string of crimson blood shot skyward from his right shoulder blade!
A wound so deep the bone could be seen appeared there with shocking clarity. The cut was smooth as a mirror, without the slightest trace of tearing, as if a chunk of flesh and blood had been taken away out of thin air!
Even more terrifying was that at the wound, a bizarre power of law was madly corroding him, preventing the Yin-Yang Energy within his body from repairing