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Yang Guyun quickly grasped Zhou Qiubai's strategy.

The Returnless Spear shifted from sweeping strikes to thrusts, every spear driving straight for the core.

Cold gleams linked together into a shower of stars, and the black mist collapsed layer by layer under the ceaseless piercing. The dark-red runes permeating the space vanished completely as the final fragment shattered.

The two of them did not pause for even a moment and stepped into the next teleportation halo together.

Gravity suddenly disappeared.

This was not a return to normal. They had entered a state of complete weightlessness.

The instant Zhou Qiubai stepped in, it was as if he had been thrown toward the boundless sky. The ground beneath his feet had no pull at all, and his whole body felt as though it had been cast into water, yet there was none of water's buoyancy or resistance around him.

This sudden sensation of weightlessness was even more dangerous than double gravity, because every exertion had lost its point of support.

He quickly adjusted his posture, flipped in midair, and tapped the tip of his sword against the stone wall, using the recoil to steady himself.

Yang Guyun, meanwhile, drove the butt of his spear into a crack in the stone wall, firmly anchoring himself in midair.

The opponents on this floor were a flock of glowing birds, astonishing in number, each one moving at a speed that made the tongue click.

They thrived in the weightless space, pouncing at the two of them from every direction.

Zhou Qiubai could not dodge, because once he started tumbling in zero gravity, it would be hard to stop.

With a flick of his wrist, his sword force became like drifting snow over a thousand mountains, the edge landing precisely at the roots of the birds' wings.