Lady Liuli

After being slammed into the void by a single slash, Tang Yu and the demon cultivator named Ghost Moon were trapped within it.

The void was pitch-black, with countless ferocious astral winds sweeping through it.

Fortunately, with their Soul Formation cultivation, this peculiar environment posed no threat to either of them.

Ghost Moon took back his blade and, after pulling several dozen zhang away, vanished into the turbulent currents of the void.

Seeing that guy disappear, Tang Yu was in no hurry.

He even had the leisure to sit cross-legged, pale yellow beads continuously appearing at his side.

After a moment, streaks of black lines appeared amid the void's turbulence.

These black lines almost blended into the void itself. Their numbers multiplied from one to two, two to four, four to eight, splitting continuously at a terrifying rate.

When the splitting finally stopped, the entire void seemed to be covered in black lines.

The black lines formed a massive sphere, enveloping Tang Yu as they constantly slammed into him.

Every single black line was comparable to Ghost Moon's all-out slash.

One slash couldn't break your defensive divine ability?

Then ten slashes, a hundred slashes, a thousand slashes.

And if that still wasn't enough, then I'd slash a million times more!

As those densely packed black lines struck Tang Yu, the red light around his body merely flickered faintly.

The Pinduoduo Divine Ability truly lived up to its name.

One man, one blade—how could you possibly cut through it?

After blocking over a hundred black lines in one breath, Tang Yu finally spoke.

He raised his left palm and smiled. "Snow comes late, and heaven seems set to snow. Would you share a cup with me?"

As his words fell, snowflakes began to drift down through the pitch-black void.

The astral