Zhang Yu stood where he was. As the clear light around him drifted and flickered, the white beam shooting toward him was gradually ground away. By the end, it no longer possessed its earlier unstoppable momentum, yet it still stubbornly burrowed inward until it was fixed in midair.
He shifted slightly and looked over. It was a white worm no larger than a knuckle, seemingly headless and tailless, its body segmented like a branch. Held fast by the Heartlight Seal, it still struggled futilely.
This thing posed little threat to him, but it was extremely fast. In an environment where perception had been suppressed to its limit, it was particularly disruptive to the eye.
With a turn of thought, he immediately understood his opponent's intent. Had he failed to make the correct judgment just now, he would most likely have expended more effort dodging or resisting it. Such a tiny expenditure might seem insignificant, but if the battle dragged on, those losses would accumulate into no small disadvantage.
His gaze flickered. This opponent was thinking quite far ahead.
But battle was a matter between two sides; it had never been something that would simply proceed as one side wished.
As his will descended, the worm immediately turned into a cloud of ash and scattered away. At the same time, he looked toward a certain place. Light flashed around his figure, and he transformed into a vast stream of clear light, fleeing into the clouds and mist.
Cen Chuan hovered deep within the clouds. After a moment, a Primordial Spirit returned from afar and abruptly fell back into his body. Then he saw streams of Cicada-Wing Flowing Light, flashing with brilliant radiance, flying back alongside it.
The moment he had detected those streams of light, he had immediately used his Primordial