Looking at that streak of sword light, Zhao Zidu's eyes could not help widening slightly.
The sword light came so fast it appeared before him as if it had leapt through space. And his divine ability, Abyss, was actually sliced open like thin paper, failing to provide any protection at all.
Abyss, this divine ability, whether in offense or defense, ranked among the best in Late Thirteenth-Order, and it should never have performed so wretchedly as it did now.
Facing this sword light of unfathomable depth, Zhao Zidu's first reaction was to dodge.
But the moment his Divine Sense stirred, Zhao Zidu realized he had already been completely locked onto by this sword light. It was not impossible to break free, but it required time—and in this brief instant, Zhao Zidu no longer had enough.
If he forced himself to evade, in the end he would only passively endure the attack of this sword light, and his defenses would be insufficient as well.
Several thoughts flashed rapidly through Zhao Zidu's Sea of Consciousness. Rings of black ripples spread before him, like one abyss after another layered atop each other; merely glancing at them made one's divine soul feel as though it were about to be devoured.
Boom!
The explosive roar shot straight into the clouds, and enormous waves of force swept out from the point of collision.
The sword light Chen Fei had slashed out forcibly tore through those stacked abysses and arrived before Zhao Zidu.
At the critical moment, Zhao Zidu's figure forcibly shifted. The sword light passed through Zhao Zidu's shoulder, bringing out a Blood Mist tinged with dark gold.
Zhao Zidu gave a muffled groan, his expression dark. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled.
His strongest defensive move had actually been pierced through by a