"I hope you can withstand a few more strikes," Mo Yi Jian said. His figure moved like a ghost, instantly appearing where Luo Feng stood.
Luo Feng had been the one attacking all along. Now, it was Mo Yi Jian's turn.
The moment he appeared, he had already drawn his sword. A strike even fiercer and more domineering than before slashed out. Luo Feng saw it and raised his saber to block, but in the violent collision, he felt terrifyingly sharp power pierce into his body. That force directly penetrated his divine body, annihilating it even as the impact drove him backward.
Immediately afterward, Mo Yi Jian's ghostlike figure appeared at Luo Feng's side. Another sword strike came.
Mo Yi Jian attacked from everywhere. His speed was simply too fast. Luo Feng felt that this guy was at least fifty percent faster than himself. At their level, being fifty percent faster was already outrageously terrifying.
As Luo Feng defended, his inferior speed immediately created openings.
As a result, Luo Feng was naturally suppressed, completely at a disadvantage.
However, relying on the Ice Silkworm Demon Armor and the Dao Intent Overlord Body, Luo Feng forcibly bought himself more time. Though he was at a disadvantage, he was not yet utterly defeated without the power to fight back. He could still barely defend with great difficulty.
At close range, he sensed Mo Yi Jian's sword techniques and sword forms, felt how Mo Yi Jian wielded the sword path, and experienced the pressure of that sharp power.
Luo Feng connected these sensations with everything he had seen, heard, and accumulated over his long years at Ten Thousand Dao Mountain, seeking common ground while preserving differences.
With survival methods like the Ice Silkworm Demon Armor and Dao Intent Overlord Body, Luo Feng completely ignored