"Kill!"
The silver creature steadied himself, a terrifying light bursting from his eyes as he charged at Ling Tian again. He was a powerful member of the Spirit Race—how could he lose to a Human Race youth?
The silver creature was immensely powerful, a formidable ancient relic. Silver radiance enveloped his body, and his aura became increasingly terrifying. His silver light erupted, turning this stretch of heaven and earth into what seemed like a silver ocean.
But Ling Tian was even stronger. The more fiercely he fought, the braver he became. Runes swirled around him. He did not use any precious techniques, relying instead on the strength of his physical body while empowering himself with the secret power of runes.
"Pfft."
The silver creature was quickly defeated, coughing up blood with terror written across his face. He had never expected that even after going all out, he would still be no match for this Human Race youth. It filled him with humiliation and fury.
"You are strong. I never thought the Human Race would produce someone as powerful as you. But if you think you can defeat me, you are still far from it," the silver creature said. He spat out a ball of light that transformed into a silver fan, then activated the precious fan and attacked Ling Tian.
The precious fan possessed astonishingly terrifying power. With a casual wave, it could uproot an Ancient Tree or blast a giant stone into fragments. Its dreadful might struck fear into all who saw it.
"Boom."
Ling Tian brought out his precious artifact. A heavenly passage emerged above his head, and a dragon's roar rang out from within. Then a golden light shot forth and directly blocked the attack.
The silver creature was horrified and immediately turned to flee. But how