Flying Dragon Fist Force could travel back and forth wherever rifts existed, and Chen Chuan was making use of the rifts here.
But it was not as simple as he had imagined. This was no longer like his days at the third limit, when passing through rifts had been easy. He was now a fourth-limit Fighter, and ordinary force was nowhere near enough to propel him through them.
Fortunately, he had lit the Purple Lamp after breaking through his limit. The purple qi within his body had an exceptionally deep connection with the Other Side World, enough to carry him through the rifts.
His blade descended at precisely the moment Xiang Boqing's attack missed. Unable to dodge in time, Xiang Boqing could only hold his spear crosswise with both arms and block it head-on.
Chen Chuan had put his full strength into this slash. As the blade fell, the point of contact on the spear seemed to tear open the surrounding space, sending dazzling light shooting outward like clustered bolts of lightning.
The spiritual fire Xiang Boqing had spread over the spear scattered. Though he replenished it from his body as quickly as he could, he still could not keep pace with its depletion. As the blade's light descended, fine cracks appeared along the spear.
Fortunately, the slash had passed its peak and was beginning to weaken. Spiritual fire swiftly filled the gaps, and he jolted both arms, unleashing an even stronger burst of power to force the long blade away.
Just as he prepared to counterattack, the blade's radiance abruptly vanished. The figure flickered and disappeared again. Sensing a faint change, he thought, Rifts...?
He knew he could not remain where he was. As his spiritual fire erupted, he shot high into the air. He had barely traveled any