The tidal surge of danger made every hair on Ye Zhen's body stand on end.
Ye Zhen's thoughts raced. The warning from the Heavenly Machine Art told him with certainty that immense danger was approaching.
Moreover, given Ye Zhen's current strength and cultivation, the only thing that could make his heart pound like a tidal surge was likely a Creation Realm existence attacking him without regard for anything else.
Yet in that urgent moment, Ye Zhen could only sense the immense danger approaching. He could not determine where it came from or what kind of danger it was.
Ye Zhen knew very well that, at a time like this, releasing the Southern Barbarian Divine King would be the safest course.
But there was no time.
By the time Ye Zhen summoned the Southern Barbarian Divine King, he would probably already be dead.
At the critical moment, the instinctive reaction Ye Zhen had tempered through years of life-and-death battlefields saved his life.
The Void-Slaying Light in his Dao Palace trembled ever so slightly, and Ye Zhen instantly understood that there was a spatial disturbance in that direction.
Almost by instinct, Ye Zhen clamped his legs and shifted sideways to the left with Little Cat, hoping to evade that direction.
But at the very instant his movement began, an incomparably icy sword light slashed over like lightning.
It sliced through the spatial barrier of the Primordial Continent as easily as cutting tofu. The sword light, like a startled swan, cut straight toward Ye Zhen's back, intent on splitting him in two from head to toe.
The earlier warning of spatial fluctuations from the Void-Slaying Light now proved enormously useful. In that fleeting instant, so short it could be ignored, Ye Zhen had shifted only half a foot to the left—but that half-foot