Chen Hao floated amid the debris in space. Behind him lay the remnants of asteroids that had burned and gone dark.
Ahead, tens of millions of kilometers away, Blind Ancient's figure remained enormous. It continued its slow advance.
It had not even stopped to look.
One palm strike. Just one casual palm strike had left him in this state.
The law patterns of three Ways circulated around him, beginning to heal his injuries. The fire patterns subsided, no longer scorching his meridians.
Threads of water seeped into his wounds, repairing torn muscle tissue. The spatial fractures stabilized again, sealing his Dao Foundation to stop it from draining away.
The healing was fast. His physique already far surpassed others at his level... his Dao Foundation's ability to heal itself was dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary Dao Venerable.
But healing was one thing. The gap in strength remained.
Three Ways against a hundred.
Chen Hao watched the distant figure that blotted out the sky. He still tasted blood. The shattered bones of his right hand slowly pieced themselves back together.
This was hard.
As expected.
At this level, talent and combat instincts were not enough to casually defeat someone of a higher realm. Every strike from a being with a hundred Ways carried the combined force of a hundred laws. He could neither defend against it nor block it.
A head-on clash meant certain death.
Then he would not fight head-on.
The bones in Chen Hao's right hand were seventy percent restored. He flexed his fingers... they moved. That was enough.
The Way of Space.
Of his three Ways, this was the one he understood best. It was also the only one that retained some effectiveness under the pressure of a hundred Ways.
The Way of Fire was