Boom-
On the Dao Field, two figures chased one another, mystic qi raging like a howling gale.
Xu Yan used Chaos Step, his eight-trigram robe snapping and billowing in the wind. With every step, he vanished from where he stood and reappeared several yards away.
Chaos Step shrank the ground beneath him to mere inches, making him extremely difficult to pin down. But Murong Yan pursued him too closely. The instant he appeared, blades formed from killing intent and sinister winds rained down on his head.
Behind him, Murong Yan glared with bloodshot eyes, snapping relentlessly like a rabid dog.
Those blades of killing intent and sinister winds fell like raindrops. Xu Yan's spirit meridians thrummed like great drums, and layer upon layer of Primordial Qi Force spiraled around his body.
Clang, clang, clang-
Xu Yan was still using his divine sense to direct six Wenjin Shuttles against them, stripping away most of the power of Murong Yan's divine ability before resisting the rest with Primordial Qi Force.
This was the safest approach.
After keeping Murong Yan occupied for barely an incense stick's worth of time, Xu Yan narrowed his eyes. His divine sense clearly detected that Murong Yan's mystic qi was rapidly weakening.
Even to the naked eye, his Dao Body was visibly withering. In that brief span, even his appearance had changed. His cheeks had hollowed, and his pupils looked deep and dark. He resembled a walking corpse, a truly horrifying sight.
"Xu Yan, die..." Murong Yan roared hoarsely, his black hair flying wildly.
Xu Yan turned a deaf ear to him. After a while, he seized an opening and abruptly stopped.
The power of Primordial Seven Resonances was already poised in his palm. Rumbling cracks like thunder sounded within it, and Xu Yan felt as though he