Xu Wuyi nodded. He did not pursue, instead remaining where he was and letting the Inner Landscape Tree continue processing the spatial fragments captured from the two streams of turbulence just now. The pale silver halos newly grown along the edge of the canopy rapidly expanded, as if filling gaps that had always existed before.
Over the next several dozen breaths, Sasha's movements accelerated. He no longer tried to heavily injure Xu Wuyi with one or two rips, instead switching to dense, short-range cuts that rapidly carved countless tiny fissures into the Interlayer's inner wall. The spatial turbulence pouring from those fissures was low in concentration but vast in quantity, like an unceasing rainstorm of debris pressing down on Xu Wuyi's body from every direction.
Xu Wuyi neither dodged nor blocked. He stood at the center of that storm of debris and allowed every spatial fragment to strike him. His clothes were sliced into strips, and dense fine cuts began appearing across his skin, yet every cut began healing the instant it opened. The roots were like some plant adapted to storms, catching and absorbing every drop of rain and using it to grow.
Sasha's attack frequency began to decline.
It was not that he did not want to keep cutting. After continuously unleashing high-intensity rips, the energy supply within his body had briefly faltered. He stopped to adjust his breathing and rhythm.
Xu Wuyi moved.
The instant Sasha stopped, he charged forward. His right fist shot out from his waist, its surface condensed with a denser layer of Inner Landscape golden light than before.
Within the Interlayer, that golden light took on a blended shade somewhere between gold and silver, as if the essence extracted from the spatial fragments he had just absorbed had fused with the roots' original