Ten li.
Twenty li.
Thirty li.
Two figures sped across the deserted land, one dark green in front, one deep blue behind.
The distance between them was slowly shrinking. Slowly, but undeniably shrinking.
Clearly, Fang Han was now somewhat faster than an ordinary Top Grandmaster.
After a chase of over a hundred li, the distance between Fang Han and Zhou Tai had narrowed from several li to less than one.
For a grandmaster, especially a Top Grandmaster, less than one li was already extremely close. Any loss of power from attacking at that range would be slight.
Whoosh—
Fang Han waited no longer.
He swept the Windshock Sword across, sending deep-blue Sword Qi surging from its edge. It swelled in the wind into a razor-sharp ribbon hundreds of zhang long.
Carrying an edge that could tear through anything, it slashed toward Zhou Tai's back as he ran.
Where the Sword Qi passed, a straight black fissure split the air, and a bottomless trench was carved into the ground.
The hairs on Zhou Tai's back stood on end. A bone-piercing chill shot from his tailbone to the crown of his head.
He spun around, crossed his arms before his chest, and sent black True Qi flooding into them.
His ten fingers curled slightly, his palms darkened, and two enormous Eagle Claw Phantoms formed in midair before him.
Boom!
The deep-blue Sword Qi slammed into the Eagle Claw Phantoms with an earth-shaking roar.
A visible shock wave erupted from the point of impact and swept outward.
The ground for hundreds of zhang around was stripped of soil the instant the shock wave passed, leaving it sunken.
Earth and shattered stone spiraled into the air, forming a murky column of dust that blotted out the sky.
Zhou Tai felt an irresistible force