Divine Art Displays Its Might

"Interesting..."

A hint of interest surfaced on Prefect Yuxing's cold face, as though she had suddenly spotted something amusing. She elegantly extended her Left Hand and constructed a Thunderstorm Art array, intending to test Wei Kong's current combat strength.

But Wei Kong had no habit of standing still and passively taking blows. As the array formed before Prefect Yuxing, he surged straight toward her face wrapped in rolling demonic qi. Wherever he passed, space collapsed completely, forming countless black vortices. The instant these vortices appeared, they devoured every form of matter in the real universe, including spiritual qi.

These vortices looked like passages to another spacetime, but they only looked that way. They still existed within this spacetime, a natural phenomenon under its existing rules. The matter they devoured was being broken down, not digested or transferred.

"Screech!"

A sound that challenged the limits of hearing echoed through the starry sky with the vibrations of spiritual qi. Wei Kong threw a punch from within a crack formed by collapsed space, moving so fast that even Wang Ping had to focus with all his might to catch it.

Prefect Yuxing did not take the punch head-on. She casually took a step, and the mystic light around her immediately transformed into countless ribbons that spread in all directions, making it impossible to tell where she would land.

Yet Wei Kong, whose strike had missed, did not pause in the slightest. At an even greater speed, he pierced through layer upon layer of space in the starry sky and, in the blink of an eye, was about to vanish into the distant asteroid belt.

He was actually running away!

That was only natural. The confidence he had gained from defeating Lord Liuyun had been worn away by more than half in his battle