When Drakholm saw Chen Chuan charging out of the rift with his blade raised to strike, the dense Spiritual Light around him surged. His spiritual aspect immediately raised its shield before him, taking up a defensive stance.
After their previous clash, he had understood that in a brief collision, their strength was roughly on the same level. Whoever moved first would hold the advantage.
But now, many were fighting one. He had no need to seek a personal victory. As long as he blocked Chen Chuan for an instant and held him there, leaving him no spare strength to enter the rift, the others' attacks would have a chance to kill him.
Chen Chuan came incredibly fast this time. The instant he emerged from the rift, he was already before Drakholm. But when his long blade came down upon the shield, Drakholm sensed something was wrong. There was barely any force behind the blade, almost as if a wisp of smoke had struck it.
At that very moment, the others' attacks followed as well. Without prior discussion, they all chose Spiritual Impact, as it was both the fastest and most powerful means of attack.
Several rays of light shot in from different angles, passing directly through Chen Chuan's body.
Their timing was impeccable. At the instant the two made contact, amid a burst of flashing light, Chen Chuan's entire body exploded into a great cloud of mist.
And almost at the exact moment they attacked, a flickering rift appeared behind Morton.
Chen Chuan appeared there, blade in hand.
He raised his head and stared straight ahead.
Everyone who had fought him before had been tainted with Purple Qi. Thus, he could sense each of their approximate positions.
Morton sensed that something was wrong the moment he attacked.
He could feel