Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. An endless stream of power?
Whoosh!
Qian Ling's Claws swept across. This was no longer Return Power, just pure strength. Its power had reached the limit for cosmic beasts—the same level as the Power Beast. And with Qian Ling's self-created battle art amplifying it, its attack carried a keen edge.
No wonder Qian Ling was a powerhouse nearing Great Perfection in Cross Tribulation. It wasn't easy to deal with.
Its strength was no weaker than that of an ordinary cultivator at Great Perfection in Cross Tribulation in the Nine Heavens Universe.
But just as Lu Yin had realized, the overall strength of this Cubic Distance was still weaker than that of his own. They had far fewer ways to fight.
Lu Yin was still using Return Power.
Qian Ling wasn't skilled in Return Power. He was.
Return Power governed the coming and going of things. With a light touch, Lu Yin redirected Qian Ling's strength, letting its keen edge come and go, and even turn back against Qian Ling itself. It was an eye-opener for Qian Ling.
Yan Zhong hadn't expected Lu Yin to be capable of this, either.
Qian Ling couldn't even break through the mist around him.
Lu Yin had merged with so many divine bodies, yet he had never found any trace of Human Civilization. Still, the mist was necessary. It was one thing for the enemy to see through it; openly revealing himself to more creatures would only raise the odds of exposure.
Better to block what he could.
Qian Ling kept tearing open the void, while Lu Yin sent Yan Zhong flying far away with the mist.
From a distance, Lu Yin looked like a little boat rocking on a sea of razor-sharp force, liable to be torn apart at