Fangs
The two forces collided, and the violent explosion was like the collapse of an endless starry sky, countless beams of light bursting apart.
At that very moment, a mysterious figure slipped between them—a man clad in a white robe.
His white robes were whiter than snow. With both hands extended, one to the left and one to the right, he seemed to divide yin from yang, like an ancient god creating the world and opening its borders, separating heaven from earth, the clear from the turbid.
"What kind of divine ability is this? He can even isolate and cut off the attack the two of us unleashed together!"
"How can something like this be possible?!"
Fu Ziting and Long Bahe both felt their scalps tingle. Neither had held back; it could be said that they had launched their ultimate killing moves with all their strength. Yet those two forces had been gently isolated in midair by the other party.
"Who is this man?!"
Dai Li'er was shocked and enraged. She had never expected someone like this to appear, suddenly flashing into the space between Fu Ziting and Long Bahe and casually raising both hands to block the attacks of these two Manifest Divinity experts.
"He actually ruined my plans!"
Originally, her scheme had been to provoke a conflict between the Doomsday Sect's heir and Long Bahe. Once the two sides dueled, victory and defeat would inevitably be decided—perhaps even life and death.
No matter which of the two lived or died, it would trigger a conflict between the Doomsday Sect and the Eternal Calamity Sect. This had been Dai Li'er's plan from the beginning: kill with a borrowed blade. Yet that plan had been interrupted by the man before her.
If this man had been an immortal god expert