At that moment, the high-energy alien battlefield had reached a fever pitch.
The dimensional collision orb became an invisible blade, tearing through the titanium dragon's body. Its blood, already close to freezing, spilled into the starry void and immediately turned to frost. Marquis Trono's furious roar and savage sword strike followed. With nowhere left to dodge, Yu Lian had no intention of using his Aether Form to turn intangible—against a master like this, such a trick would only surrender the initiative. At the Saint level, even psychics who focused purely on martial techniques could imbue every punch and sword stroke with concepts and laws. There was always a chance they could strike elements, spirits, or even quantum states.
So Yu Lian merely twisted his body, calmly letting the sword's edge pass by and allowing the flat of the blade to slam into his back.
He knew Marquis Trono's style far too well. When an enemy dodged the blade's edge, Trono would always follow through with an upward thrust, turning the slash into a blunt strike.
Yu Lian naturally used that tremendous force to propel himself upward, shooting into the sky.
He did feel a stab of pain, as if his internal organs had nearly been knocked out of place. But such a minor injury barely registered to him; it didn't even stop him from channeling other spiritual powers.
When an endless radiance enveloped his silhouette, his entire body became a devastating energy projectile.
This was the "Spirit-Burying Rite," a technique specially designed to deal with large Void Realm phantasmal beasts. Against proper creatures of the material world, it was, at best, only half suited to the job.
Besides, he had only released half of the psychic art.
A chain of flickering, faintly glowing links still wound around Yu Lian. Their