The time vortex was ground to pieces by the spatial cube.
Ash-gray fragments of time drifted through the air, clinging to stone bricks, coiling dragon pillars, and even the protective light screen around the stands.
Wherever the fragments clung, the flow of time underwent slight distortions.
Dust on one stone brick suddenly drifted down at an extraordinarily slow pace, while dust on another brick hit the ground in the blink of an eye.
"Spatial Traversal: Void Palm Print."
A thread of silver-gray blood trickled from the corner of Phantom Spirit's mouth.
"You caught it."
Zhao Guangyin's entire left arm trembled faintly, gray-white fragments of time constantly peeling away from his pale fingertips.
"Your palm strike... hit hard."
He raised his head and looked at the spatial rift slowly closing above him, the smile on his lips deepening.
"You used Spatial Traversal to deliver your attack out of the Void, leaving your opponent unable to guard against it."
"You're strong, and so am I, so neither of us gained an advantage."
Phantom Spirit withdrew his right arm, slowly pulling it back from the spatial rift above his head.
The instant his arm was withdrawn, the rift healed completely, leaving not a single trace behind.
He lowered his head and looked at his palm.
At the center of his palm was an extremely thin gray-white mark, left behind by the burn of the time vortex.
The mark was slowly healing, but far more slowly than an ordinary wound, as though time itself had branded that wound with a stubborn scar.
"That palm strike of yours stripped away forty percent of my spatial cube."
Phantom Spirit lifted his eyes toward Zhao Guangyin. Deep within his silver-gray pupils, the dense starlight spun even faster.
"Forty percent. When my Void Palm Print is compressed to