Crash--!
The moment Jiang Qiao made a move, fierce lightning instantly flooded the area, enveloping "Yang Ling" above the sixth level and tearing it into pieces.
But in the next moment.
"Yang Ling's" body rippled, and a black talisman appeared out of thin air.
It blocked the way in front of him.
At the same time, Yang Ling's entire body radiated an indescribably weird aura.
It was as if he had suddenly become separated from this world by countless mountains and rivers and endless spacetime. He seemed to be right before their eyes, yet could never be touched, much less attacked.
"It can actually reach this level!"
The real Yang Ling's gaze sharpened as he said, "There isn't the slightest trace of imitation in its Heaven-Connecting Talisman."
"It isn't in the present."
"Nor is it in the past."
"Instead, it has entered three seconds into the future."
"It is always three seconds out of sync with this world, forever existing in the future. Under normal circumstances, it can't be attacked at all!"
It had an ability like that?
Jiang Qiao was somewhat surprised.
Returning to the past was nothing special—at least, not to him.
Because he could do it.
But entering the "future," and using a "three-second future" to defend against attacks? This was truly the first time he had seen such supernatural means.
In theory,
he was in the future, so all your attacks were three seconds slower than him.
You could never touch him.
Not bad.
This showed that Yang Ling's strength was even more formidable than he had guessed!
"As expected of an ancient monster from the orthodox Daoist sect."
"We both control the Heaven-Connecting Talisman, but I really can't use a technique like this. It should be a secret technique passed down within the Daoist sect,