Chen Fan advanced toward Lü Dongbin's true body. The force fields that could easily withstand even nuclear bombs were utterly useless, and before long, the sword appeared not far in front of Chen Fan.
The tips of Chen Fan's two pairs of wings converged, blocking the sword's path.
"Boom...!"
It seemed that something capable of stopping the sword's advance had finally appeared, and the entire world began to tremble.
The ground kept splitting apart as Chen Fan resisted with all his strength. It was not that he did not want to dodge—he simply had no way to evade it. Moreover, Chen Fan felt that if he faced it head-on, he might not necessarily win. That was why he had adopted this stance of Absolute Defense.
"...!"
Chen Fan suddenly discovered that his wings were beginning to disintegrate. His wings had once been severed by the God-like Michael, but back then, Chen Fan's control had been immature, and his strength had not been as great as it was now.
But that had merely been because of the advantage of Michael's Sacred Gear, which had severed Chen Fan's immature wings. This time, however, they were being annihilated.
Chen Fan's expression changed. His wings were where the essence of all his psychic abilities was concentrated. He wanted to stop it, but there was no effect at all. The wings continued to disintegrate, while the sword's advance barely slowed.
"Bang!" Chen Fan's wings shattered completely, and the blade passed through his chest. Chen Fan froze. He had failed to stop it. Even after giving it everything he had, he had still failed to stop it. Am I going to die? His mind was filled with such thoughts.
Chen Fan lowered his head and looked at his chest, only to find no wound there. Yet