Jiang Liu managed to stabilize himself before he even fell to the ground.
Otherwise, he really would have become the biggest laughingstock of the Third-Tier Divine Realm—he could not even stand steadily in midair.
And this was not even during a battle.
Jiang Liu's figure flashed, and he landed on the ground. He quickly sat down cross-legged and began inspecting the primal qi within his body.
That was because when he had used Phantom Stomp just now, there had not been the slightest trace of the Power of Rule in the aura he released.
Not only that, even the great saber of primal qi he had condensed contained not a shred of the Power of Rule.
In other words, although his body already contained some Power of Time-Space Rule,
he could not mobilize even the slightest bit of it, let alone use it against an enemy.
What Jiang Liu could not understand was how he had managed to use the white glimmer that represented the Power of Rule the first time he had used it.
No matter how he thought about it, Jiang Liu could not make sense of this problem.
Although that white glimmer differed in form and color from the manifestations of the Power of Rule used by the Demon God, the Hall Master of Demon God, and the Nether River Lord,
he could still sense the terrifying power unique to the Power of Rule within that white glimmer.
In other words, what he had used just now had unquestionably been the Power of Rule.
Yet now, when he wanted to call upon the Power of Rule, it seemed to have vanished completely.
What puzzled him even more was that his body still contained some Power of Rule. That was what left him most speechless.
After pondering this