The instant the Snow Monarch Blade left its sheath, it let out a long, resonant ring. Wisps of radiant energy bloomed along it, turning the entire blade the same platinum-gold as spiritual fire. Chen Chuan merely swept it slightly to one side and tore open a crack.
He fixed his gaze on the figure opposite him, then sprang forward. The surrounding scenery rushed away to either side. When the thing opposite saw him coming, it leaped backward at the same time.
Measured by actual distances in the physical world, that leap should have brought him right in front of his opponent, or carried him into the rift. This time, however, he found that no matter how much he accelerated, he could never catch up.
This was a separately formed space, not a purely material world, so the distance between them was not what his eyes perceived. More likely, it depended on what both sides acknowledged.
Unless his mental power could utterly overwhelm his opponent's, the other side could deny or reject his perception, making it impossible for him to approach.
Here, his opponent could draw upon the rift and marshal the power of the mental world beyond it to batter him. To protect everyone, he had to maintain his own mind and domain field, leaving him exposed to wave after wave of assault.
His mental power would be depleted little by little. Once it ran dry, his opponent would probably win without a fight.
Yet after quickly discerning its intentions, Chen Chuan instead became less hurried.
He was the one who had lit the Purple Lamp. As the power of the mental world projected across from the other side, it also caused energy from the heavenly layers to pour into his body with even greater force.
Even if he might