Within the strange spatial turbulence, an even stranger battle continued. The Calamity King and Ning Chen's figures crossed paths for the third time, yet not once had they truly clashed.
Beneath the Heavenly Curtain, extremely faint rays of light filtered in from an unknown place. Without close observation, they would have been exceedingly difficult to detect.
Following the source of the light, Ning Chen drew as close to the Heavenly Curtain as possible. Yet within the spatial turbulence, with every step he took, he had no idea where he would end up.
The Calamity King was the same. He could only rely on a warrior's most primal instincts to seek out his opponent's trail.
As they crossed paths once more, the Calamity King turned his palm and gathered his energy. Vast Essence surged, and he struck out with a thunderous palm.
Azure-black sword intent rose from Ning Chen's hand. He slashed down with his sword, then vanished an instant later.
Sword and palm collided. The palm force devoured the sword intent, only to be swept once more into an unfamiliar space by the turbulent currents, dissipating into nothingness.
Ning Chen intended to draw near this Heavenly Curtain and had no desire to fight. He withdrew at the first touch, unwilling to engage in a hard battle.
The Calamity King had come to take his life—how could he possibly give up so easily? Watching the young figure who seemed within reach yet was in truth separated from him by untold stretches of space, he moved his feet and pursued with all his might.
Within the spatial turbulence, time clearly flowed differently from the outside world. The two who had entered could not sense its passage, but several days and nights had already passed beyond.
The distance appeared to be less than