Jiang Qiao's face was grim.
He did not respond.
In today's battle, the Bridge Spirit had given him a feeling unlike that of any enemy he had faced before.
There was no bluster.
No earthshaking spectacle.
Not even much fierce fighting.
Just a single Bridge of Helplessness.
It had sealed off almost all his abilities.
Without the Red Moon, he would have been subdued without any chance to fight back.
And against the Red Moon power...
The Bridge Spirit remained composed, even summoning Black Impermanence from myth and legend. Though only a wisp of a remnant soul, he could actually contend with the Red Moon power!
After all...
Red Moon power was inherently superior to supernatural forces and could suppress them.
This suppression...
Was not a matter of overwhelming strength, but a Dimensional Reduction strike.
It was the difference between steel and cotton.
A difference in the very level of their existence.
He had already confirmed this in his previous encounters with Half-Gods. It was also his greatest trump card when facing them.
But...
Though Black Impermanence was suppressed by the Red Moon, he was not completely subdued.
It always fell just a little short.
This made Jiang Qiao wonder.
How powerful had Black Impermanence been in his complete form, at his prime? Yet even someone as powerful as him had died in that terrifying upheaval called the "Black Tide."
And White Impermanence, whose fame matched his, had left nothing behind at all.
For one fleeting moment...
Deep in Jiang Qiao's heart...
Even his faith in the future wavered.
The great calamity...
Could it really be resisted?
But immediately...
He forced down those negative emotions.
Whether he could resist it or not...
He had to try.
Besides, his real purpose in coming to Yellow Springs Road today was not to