As the God of Light attacked with his light magic, the arms of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva swung relentlessly.
Palm after palm knocked every attack away.
For a time, palm afterimages and streaks of light interwove in the air, bursting into showers of golden light.
Boom, boom, boom-
All kinds of light spells blasted into the surroundings, pitting the ground and sending rubble flying.
The surrounding trees and wild grass were long gone. Some had been snapped by beams of light, others shredded by blades of light, and still others uprooted by the gusts from the palm strikes.
Ging retreated to the side and crouched on a large boulder to watch.
He watched the two fight with a helpless expression. This wasn't his style of combat. If he fought, he preferred to get up close.
Earlier, Ging had refused to give up and tried charging in.
He had barely taken two steps before a beam of light flew past his ear, nearly hitting his head.
A few steps later, another blade of light sliced in from the side. He ducked beneath it, and the blade cleaved the ground behind him into a sheer drop.
Then came a third, a fourth, and a fifth.
He dodged left and right, finally getting within ten meters of the God of Light, only for dozens of beams to suddenly shoot from the god's body in every direction like disco lights.
Ging could only retreat helplessly.
He withdrew dozens of meters to the rock where he now crouched, watching the fight.
The God of Light stood in midair, the film of light around him shimmering pale gold in the sunlight.
The palms of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva struck him from time to time with resounding thuds, but the light barrier merely trembled without breaking.
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