A streak of energy light tore through the atmosphere, spiraling down from above. It was not especially fast and had yet to descend, but it faintly locked onto Chen Chuan's position.
Chen Chuan saw clearly that it was a flying blade similar to the gun spike in Xiang Boqing's hand, only somewhat shorter.
The thing had been circling both inside and outside the field. The dense field could not block it in the slightest and was easily torn apart by it.
He could vaguely sense traces of Spiritual Impact from it. Clearly, it employed some special technique and very likely possessed the power to pierce through Spiritual Fire.
He was currently pursuing his opponent and maintaining his attacking rhythm. It was easy to imagine that once he launched an offensive, this thing would certainly come up to attack or interfere with him. If he were forced to withdraw and defend, it would not merely break his momentum; his opponent might well use it against him and force him into a passive position.
This opponent was indeed experienced. He did not need any powerful methods—one flying blade was enough to free himself from an unfavorable situation and turn the tide. He had likely planned this before the confrontation even began.
But Chen Chuan was not without countermeasures.
With a thought, a dazzling radiance erupted from his body, while an invisible force spread outward at the same time. The flying blade was enveloped by that force, slowing its flight.
At the same time, he maintained his original momentum and slashed at Xiang Boqing. The latter seemed to have been prepared. A sharp gleam flashed between his brows, clearly a sign that his mental power had been strengthened—perhaps even through some secret transmission.
The flying blade had originally slowed, but at that moment,