Just as the Primordial Yang Sword Sha was about to slash into the pitch-black meteor, the latter suddenly veered aside.
The orange-red needle of light immediately skimmed past the satellite, bursting out with threads of sparks.
Chen Mobai's gaze shifted, and he once again drove the Primordial Yang Sword Sha to change direction, sending it toward the satellite controlled by Bu Huai.
However, this abandoned satellite seemed to have been refined by Bu Huai into a Magic Artifact. Under his control, sparing no True Qi, it was extremely nimble, always able to dodge the slashes of the Primordial Yang Sword Sha by a hair's breadth.
In Yun Yangbing's eyes, one orange-red and one pitch-black beam chased each other through the cosmic starry sky, like two speeding flying cars racing at high velocity, constantly spinning and hurtling onward. Each time, they seemed about to collide, yet they never truly touched.
Seeing this, Chen Mobai also felt his face was getting a little hard to keep. He was a dignified Nascent Soul Cultivator, bullying the small by beating up an evil-cult cultivator; by his expectations, he should have one-shot him.
It could only be said that the Primordial Yang Sword Sha was too useless.
Thinking this, Chen Mobai directly used Void Walking!
In an instant, he had vanished from atop the Taiyi Five Smoke Net, his whole person appearing abruptly before the pitch-black satellite that had just dodged the Primordial Yang Sword Sha.
He opened his mouth and spat, and a faint white light burst forth.
When he slashed out the Extreme Sun Slash, golden lines had already surfaced in one of Chen Mobai's pupils.
During that previous chase back and forth, he had already used the Square Inch Book to calculate Bu Huai's dodging data.
This Extreme Sun Slash looked as