Faced with this unfathomable Illusion Art, even Sword Soul could not break free of its bonds at once.
He immediately summoned another flying sword. His figure flickered, and he drew his entire body into its blade.
The next instant, the flying sword pierced the air. He meant to use this escape art to flee.
Yu Ke took it all in, finally witnessing Sword Soul's uncanny skill at escape.
No wonder Sword Soul had once fought the Eastern Lord and experienced the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sword Art firsthand, yet had still managed to withdraw calmly and leave unscathed.
Like Li Qingshui's Double Pupils, this flying sword held strange spatial laws.
Beside them, the Lesser Demon Saint curled her lips into a cold smile. "Sword Soul, I've known all about your little escape tricks for ages."
Before her words had faded, she hurled the gilded spear in her hand high into the sky.
Sword Soul had already fled a thousand miles away, but his figure abruptly twisted. An invisible force dragged him back, and he inexplicably reappeared where he had started.
Yu Ke was curious.
In the world of his second life as Zhou Jing, spatial arts had been a supreme divine ability unique to the Ancient Heavenly Emperor. No one else in that world could touch them.
Yet since entering this world, he had seen three people wield spatial power.
Just then, a dim azure light rose in Li Qingshui's eyes. "Sword Soul is in trouble."
Lan Yu had already taken decisive action despite his unhealed wounds.
He overlapped his hands, palms down, and pressed his thumbs tightly together, forming an ancient seal shaped like a tortoise shell.
"Spirit of the Northern Depths, essence of profound ice, let frost armor bind the soul and cold eyes pierce