Zhou Ming's entire mind was immersed in every clash with the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao was right. This was a war of attrition, and time was not on his side.
Under Zhou Ming's control, Pangu's True Body's offensive suddenly became elusive and unpredictable.
The previous axe-strike had still been world-shattering, wrapped in dense Pangu's Will, forcing the Heavenly Dao to drive the Jade Disc of Creation with all its might to block it.
But the next axe-strike went soft, its momentum seemingly fierce, when in truth it used only thirty percent of its strength.
Pangu's Will was drawn up but not released.
Boom!
Out of habit, the Heavenly Dao activated the Jade Disc of Creation, letting down billions upon billions of strands of clear light, ready to meet another heaven-shaking, earth-shattering collision.
Yet when that axe fell, it merely smashed a ring of ripples across the clear-light barrier before bouncing away feebly.
The force had been used in the wrong place.
That feeling was like a mortal throwing a full-force punch into cotton—an indescribable stifling frustration.
The Heavenly Dao's face did not change in the slightest, but within its perfectly rounded, flawless will, there appeared a barely perceptible ripple.
Again.
How many times had this been already?
The Heavenly Dao stood amid Chaos.
The Jade Disc of Creation slowly revolved above its head.
Feint after feint.
At last, a trace of impatience leaked through the Heavenly Dao's indifferent will.
"Zhou Ming, are you toying with me?"
"What a boring trick."
"Since you all like hiding, then there will be no need to hide."
The instant its words fell, the Heavenly Dao no longer defended passively.
It actually charged straight toward Pangu's True Body, abandoning the long-distance contest of consumption and choosing the most primitive, most violent close-quarters slaughter.
"You