The battle between Bi Lingkong and Di Cangqiong had already lasted more than a quarter of an hour.
Around the area where they fought, pitch-black cracks in space had grown so dense they joined together. Great swathes of darkness blocked everyone's view. Apart from a handful of supreme experts who could send their divine senses through the cracks, even the Great Grandmasters who had achieved Unity of Heaven and Man could judge the battle only by the occasional glimmer of light between them.
Pan Long was no exception.
As he saw it, the battle had clearly swung in Bi Lingkong's favor.
He could catch only fleeting glimpses of the fight, but whenever he looked through one of the few patches of unbroken space, he usually saw Bi Lingkong sweeping flames with both hands and striking Di Cangqiong's Blood Red Spear so hard that a large chunk burned away.
Frankly, given how the battle was going, Pan Long found it strange that Di Cangqiong had held out this long.
In his experience, when experts fought at close quarters, their weapons and martial arts dictated the distance and rhythm that favored each of them. Since his teacher had repeatedly damaged Di Cangqiong's weapon, she had already disrupted her opponent's "distance" and was even beginning to break his "rhythm."
His teacher was the better fighter to begin with. Even if two fighters had originally been evenly matched, reaching this point would put victory almost within arm's reach.
So why was his teacher still drawing things out?
Was she waiting for something? Or did she have another plan?
Within the pitch-black space, flames roared.
Lit by the fire, Bi Lingkong wore a calm, confident smile. With every movement, she sent sheets of flame spilling outward, steadily shrinking Di Cangqiong's room to maneuver.
Di Cangqiong