Clang!
The Dharma Form was knocked back again, but this time it retreated a much shorter distance.
Fang Chen was unhurt. The instant he struck, he guided the Dharma Form backward on the force of the rebound, shedding most of the impact.
Inside the Hall of Eternity, the God Emperor's eyes lit up.
"He's using the Void Crane's Spatial Talent! Before the Demonic Shadow's attack even arrives, he senses the disturbance in space and moves to evade it!"
The Blood Emperor said hoarsely, "He's doing more than evading. Look at the angle of his strikes. Every sword blow lands in a gap between the Demonic Shadow's Six Demonic Artifacts. He isn't meeting force with force—he's overcoming it with finesse!"
The Nether Emperor's gray eyes flickered. "The Void Crane's spatial perception lets Fang Chen sense the trajectory, speed, and force of every attack the Demonic Shadow makes. That lets him judge and respond with absolute precision. Such perception is terrifying in battle!"
The Order Demon Emperor's face darkened.
He had sensed it too. His opponent's Dharma Form was only at the middle stage of the Eighth Turn, yet it was impossibly agile.
It clearly had only Eighth-Turn speed, but it always changed direction an instant before his attack landed, letting the blow skim past its edge.
More unsettling still was the Chaos Giant Sword. With every clash, it devoured a wisp of Demonic Qi from their Demonic Artifacts. Each wisp was negligible, but over a long battle, those tiny losses would add up to a fatal difference.
"Don't give him a chance to catch his breath! Keep attacking!"
The Order Demon Emperor barked the command.
The Demonic Shadow's attacks suddenly accelerated. Its six arms whirled like windmills, and the Six Demonic Artifacts became Dark Gold streaks that filled the sky and