No ordinary person could sustain this speed of thought. Their brain could not withstand it; all their blood would evaporate in an instant, and their brain would be cooked through.
But Li Xiao's current physique could withstand it. There was just one problem: his brain had reacted, but his body could not react in time.
Even when electrical impulses traveled through his nerves to his muscles, those muscles still needed time to respond.
The Treasurelight Pixiu might look slow to him now, but in reality, its speed was inconceivable. It was already running at close to the speed of light.
This was not a speed he could react to. Besides, the Treasurelight Pixiu might not even be using its full strength.
So this was still nothing more than his life flashing before his eyes. He had no time to protect himself.
But sitting and waiting for death was not his style. As the Treasurelight Pixiu approached and swung its enormous fleshy paw at him, he opened a spatial rift directly in front of himself, one that led straight to the outer universe.
Unfortunately, it accomplished nothing. The Treasurelight Pixiu swept its paw over, shattering the spatial rift with a slap. At the same time, his body dissolved into countless particles.
In fact, the clothes made by White God had provided no protection whatsoever, nor had they reflected the Treasurelight Pixiu's attack. The garment burst apart immediately, scattering into countless motes of white dust.
Before absolute power, any ability became dispensable, devoid of all meaning.
One force breaking ten thousand arts-this was probably what that meant.
Li Xiao had died in battle.
But he had not actually died, either. It was like having a little finger chopped off. Could you say... the little finger had died?
From beginning to end, Li