Qi Tian said, "Even if you've gone farther, what does it matter? Your skills are a little stronger, their cooldowns a little shorter. There's still no fundamental change."
The Phantom said, "You're right. Without breaking through to a new sequence level, there is no fundamental change. But what if I told you that the distance you've traveled along the Path of the Believer isn't even a quarter of mine?"
In an instant, the Phantom turned pitch-black.
The Golden Light surrounding Qi Tian was swallowed by those surging masses of inky darkness, sinking into gloom and deathly stillness.
Bzzzt!!
A piercing buzz rang in his ears, gradually becoming like thunder rumbling in the distance.
Seeing this, Qi Tian immediately swung the long golden blade in his hand.
Wherever it passed, everything stopped moving, as though time itself had frozen.
That ray of Golden Light cut through the impenetrable darkness, slashing toward its very center.
But the light was stopped.
An equally black hand emerged from the black liquid. A vortex slowly spun in its palm, catching the blade of light that could have cleaved a mountain.
Then Ander's voice came from every direction.
"This is the advantage all my extra accumulated strength gives me."
"Even within the same sequence level, there are differences."
Before his words had faded, the black shadows filling the sky transformed into dozens of enormous spikes, pinning Qi Tian's golden colossus from every direction.
Qi Tian tried to resist, but he couldn't move. He could only let the blade-like spikes devour the Golden Light surrounding him as they stabbed deeper and deeper.
Crack.
Qi Tian spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a sharp crack, fissures appeared in the Golden Light. The black spikes pierced the shoulders and legs of that enormous golden body, sending golden fragments