Daoist Hunyuan gazed at the spatial shattering power surging toward him like a tidal wave. Rage welled up in his heart, but he was also helpless. These spatial divine abilities could inflict considerable damage on his Sea of Consciousness. He couldn't flee, nor could he resist the power of spatial shattering by destroying space at the cost of his own.
In an instant, his entire Sea of Consciousness had become a terrifying ocean of space. Countless spatial blades and rifts wreaked havoc without end. Broken space was everywhere, and the Power of Space filled every corner. Daoist Hunyuan gave a cold snort. He knew what Di Jiang was planning: first, he had frozen space, then used Spatial Shock to hinder Hunyuan's counterattack. The rifts created by spatial shattering had turned Hunyuan's Sea of Consciousness into a forbidden zone capable of tearing anything apart. Worse, he was surrounded by the shattered spatial power.
But Di Jiang still wanted to preserve Hunyuan's Sea of Consciousness. Otherwise, if he shattered the entire space outright, Hunyuan would be gravely injured even if he survived. As long as his opponent wasn't willing to risk everything, Hunyuan still had a chance of winning.
Though Daoist Hunyuan had seen through Di Jiang's thoughts, the rifts were meant to cut off his escape. It didn't matter. Hunyuan would make him watch helplessly as danger approached. Beneath Di Jiang's crazed expression lay deep cunning. He had calculated every attack in advance, keeping everything under his control.
"Hahaha! Let's see how you can withstand my attacks! Hahaha!" Di Jiang's laughter brimmed with excitement. He waved both hands, gathering countless strands of spatial power into a sword, then suddenly cleaved it toward Daoist Hunyuan. At the same time, he muttered, "The spatial sword I've condensed, Di Jiang, is a sword of