After hearing Wu Jie's words, A Bao had already realized something, and a bad premonition immediately crept into his heart.
In an instant, his strength as a Limit Douluo, amplified by the Four-Word Battle Armor he wore, carried him above the rift. He released power from his hand, trying to pull Wu Jie over to prevent any mishap.
But just as A Bao's power was about to reach Wu Jie, the rift seemed to possess some kind of force that blocked his power and dragged Wu Jie inside.
Seeing this, A Bao immediately realized something was wrong. The Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Sword in his hand erupted with a terrifying aura, red patterns flashing across its pitch-black blade. Then he began unleashing the full strength of a Limit Douluo.
An instant later, A Bao swung the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Sword. With his Four-Word Battle Armor working in concert, a streak of Sword Qi carrying terrifying might swept out, hurtling toward the rift like an enormous black dragon.
The next moment, the Sword Qi entered the rift like a leaf falling into water, without stirring a single ripple.
The surroundings were exceptionally quiet. A Bao frowned as he sensed the conditions around him, his eyes fixed on the rift ahead as though waiting for something.
After a while, nothing had happened, so A Bao moved directly above the rift.
A Bao looked down, but all he saw was a bottomless abyss. Some kind of purple mist filled the area around the rift. He felt nothing unusual in his body, and there was no sign of Wu Jie.
But A Bao trusted his own speed. At this distance, with his strength as a Limit Douluo and the amplification of his Four-Word Battle Armor, it should have been impossible for him to miss even