With a boom, Ma Sansing was still retreating rapidly, but the entire flower sea before him suddenly exploded, blasting countless fragments in every direction.
Immediately afterward, myriad silver threads, like long silver needles, shot toward Ma Sansing in midair.
Ma Sansing had no time to worry about anything else. He hurled the clansman in his hand backward and shouted, "Catch him!" Then he drew circles with both hands, gathering Xiantian power. With a sweep and push of his hands, it formed a tangible sphere that thundered toward the silver threads.
Boom!
The tremendous blast echoed throughout the valley like thunder before a summer downpour, reverberating between heaven and earth. All the weaker Houtian Martial Artists nearby felt their ears ringing; the sound was simply too explosive.
The myriad silver threads were struck by the seemingly tangible Xiantian power, and a huge circular hole was blasted straight through them.
Yet the remaining threads seemed completely unhindered. After the collision, they paused only briefly before charging at Ma Sansing again. Even more silver threads burst from the ground behind them and attacked him as well.
But Ma Sansing reacted quickly. After gaining a certain advantage with his attack, he retreated explosively once more. Before understanding the nature and strength of these silver threads, a temporary retreat was the wiser choice.
Even though he was already a Xiantian First Order cultivator, considered high-tier among the first order, taking a slight step back when facing unknown substances or enemies was not lose face. It was caution.
Although Xiantian Masters flew relatively slowly through the air, in moments of crisis, they could still greatly increase their speed in a short time and evade attacks.
With a hum, the myriad silver threads crossed a hundred meters in an instant, each one stretched taut in the air,