Song Qingyuan vaguely sensed that, in that instant, there seemed to be a fluctuation in space.
The World Suppressing Disk? Song Qingyuan thought to himself. Back in the Immortal Mansion of the Bright God Sect, Crown Prince Hai had used the World Suppressing Disk to demonstrate the ability to teleport through space. Yet for some reason, Song Qingyuan always felt that something was off.
However, time was pressing, and the Human Path was closing in. He no longer had much time to consider where the problem lay.
By now, Song Qingyuan's injuries had mostly healed. The rapid recovery ability granted by his light spiritual power was indeed formidable, especially after he had raised his cultivation to the Great Perfection of the Deity Transformation stage. His recovery had become even more terrifying. But the same problem remained: these severe injuries had directly cut the duration of his burning cultivation in half. Previously, he could maintain the Great Perfection of the Deity Transformation stage for the time it took to burn an incense stick. Now, he had less than half that time.
In such a short span of time, whatever he did would become far more difficult.
Seeing the Human Path approach, Song Qingyuan, having suffered once before, no longer dared engage it in close combat. Instead, he formed hand seals and unleashed the Arrow of Light, while racking his mind for a way to break the current deadlock. Though he knew his chances were already exceedingly slim, he still did not want to give up.
Just as ten Arrows of Light were about to take shape, yet had not fully formed, an unusual sensation suddenly appeared behind Song Qingyuan.
"What?!"
Song Qingyuan's pupils nearly shrank to pinpoints in that instant. Yet while casting his technique, he had no ability to evade.