Bibi Dong's voice carried a trace of suppressed shock, but it quickly turned into an even sharper killing intent.
"I underestimated you!"
"Death Spider Emperor—seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Her body swelled abruptly. The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor fused completely with her true body, and her eight spider spears grew as thick as pillars. Purple-black light gathered around her, forming a heavy layer of armor.
Her speed surged, and she appeared in front of Ji Ye in an instant. The eight spider spears stabbed out at the same time, carrying a piercing shriek as they tore through the air.
Ji Ye's expression did not change.
His seventh soul ring lit up.
"Seventh soul skill, Space Avatar!"
As the words fell, Ji Ye's body became translucent, as if he had merged into the air around him.
Every movement he made was no longer an ordinary shift in position, but a jump on the spatial level. Bibi Dong's attacks landed on him as if they had struck an unreal phantom that did not exist.
He had crossed dimensions.
"Eighth soul skill, Space-Rending Wind Blade!"
A huge silver-blue wind blade condensed in his hand and slashed fiercely toward Bibi Dong.
Wherever the wind blade passed, space was torn in two, revealing pitch-black cracks in the void.
Bibi Dong raised her spider spears horizontally to block, but that wind blade cut straight through two of them and left a deep bloody gash on her arm. Fresh blood trickled down her arm and dripped onto the ground.
"How is that possible?!"
Bibi Dong retreated several steps, staring at her severed spider spears and the wound on her arm, disbelief churning in her eyes.
She lifted her head, her gaze fixed hard on Ji Ye.
"You..." Her voice was hoarse and low.
"What