Every punch he threw was the pinnacle of technique.
His gaze remained fully alert, probing his surroundings. He sensed every tiny crevice in space.
Suddenly, beyond one such crevice, a swirling, twisted mass of kaleidoscopic turbulence caught his attention.
"This place..."
As if he had made up his mind, Jiang Shu abruptly leaped toward the Spatial Turbulence. Layers of space folded before and behind him.
The hazy gray barrier formed by Primordial Dao Rhyme and the Protective Great Dao lasted only a few breaths before the broken spear smashed through it.
"Mm..."
The broken spear slammed hard into Jiang Shu's back.
He couldn't help letting out a pained groan. Half his body had already crossed into the spatial crevice.
The colorful torrent swept him into a new world.
He was like a leaf fallen onto a river, carried along by the turbulence. Chaotic lights and shadows raced past his eyes until he nearly forgot the passage of time.
For an ordinary Tenth Realm powerhouse, death would have been all but certain in this moment.
In such an environment, no one could remain perfectly clearheaded.
And that was not to mention the nearly fatal wound on his back.
But Jiang Shu was different. He still had his panel, which could let him cross between the Two Worlds in the final moment.
No matter how dangerous things got, as long as he wished, he could return to the Demon Domain at once.
He was searching for one last chance.
Time passed. It seemed as though countless ages flowed past Jiang Shu.
Suddenly, amid the chaotic torrent ahead, a relatively stable space hole appeared, its color dim and gray.
The hole was indistinct, but Jiang Shu spotted it the instant it appeared.
His body, which had been poised for who knew how long,