Twisted.
That was Bo Xiaoya's only sensation.
The originally flat, smooth space had been warped by the planet's power, and even the light had twisted. Everything swayed and wobbled, steeped in unreality.
Ai Changyuan had "plucked" himself out of Divine Land's gravitational system, as though he had become a celestial body hanging high above. He had intercepted a portion of the planet's gravity and built his own laws upon it.
Ai Changyuan's own spiritual power was not especially strong, but Myriad Image Celestial Pull's method of borrowing force was truly wondrous, capable of borrowing gravity from the planet itself. The inferior-grade talismanic sword at Bo Xiaoya's side had long been torn apart by his bare hands, forcing the girl, whose swordsmanship was superb, to face him empty-handed.
Generally speaking, there was no need to continue a match once it had reached this point. Yet Bo Xiaoya stubbornly withstood Ai Changyuan's fierce assault and launched a counterattack!
No sword? Then she would use her fists!
The girl's delicate fist carried fierce spiritual power as it traced a cycloid through the air, cleaving toward Ai Changyuan head-on. The gravitational field generated between Ai Changyuan's hands deflected the blow, and their fists and kicks collided in a hard, head-on clash.
The girl retreated a step, gritted her teeth, and threw another punch.
It was still a cycloid—or rather, a brachistochrone. If the girl's cultivation had been a little higher, this punching path, which faintly restrained Myriad Image Celestial Pull's defenses, might have caused Ai Changyuan some trouble. But at this moment, she was already an arrow at the end of its flight.
Feeling her blood flow abnormally, the girl could only smile bitterly to herself. It seemed the tidal effect carried by Myriad Image Celestial Pull's spiritual power had appeared. The chaotic flow