The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Lin's figure vanished from where he stood.
"How did he disappear?!" Hu Mo cried out. Suddenly, a streak of sword light shot out from his right side and severed his entire arm.
For an ordinary Army Lord Immortal, even having their body blasted to pieces was something they could recover from a dozen times over. Losing an arm was hardly considered an injury.
Ci Jin Hou's face turned livid. In the instant Zhou Lin had attacked, he had sensed something vaguely.
But just as he was about to retaliate, he could no longer find any trace of his opponent.
Whoosh!
Countless streaks of sword light began to crisscross the area. Each one was tens of thousands of feet long, expanding the entire Underground Passage as they battered the two of them into roaring fits.
Zhou Lin's sword Dao was also in the Divine Heart Realm, but he had yet to cultivate it to perfection. On its own, its might was only barely at the Marquis level.
But with so many of them, and with no way of knowing where they would erupt from, Ci Jin Hou could only transform his Immortal Divine Power into a barrier that enveloped himself and Hu Mo.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Sword energy danced wildly, shattering the space extending tens of thousands of miles. Faint flashes of lightning flickered, but Zhou Lin's figure remained nowhere to be seen.
What a bizarre opponent.
The Void Realm was even harder to defend against than the Demon Killer Clan's inhabiting space.
Zhou Lin's True Body did not even need to attack. As long as he used his Void Realm clone to maintain this relentless bombardment, he could already leave Ci Jin Hou feeling overwhelmed.
"I can sense the instant he attacks."