Swept along by the raging wind, he could neither dodge nor even control his own movement. What else could he do? Take it head-on?
The power of this wind was actually this immense!
Chen Ping's eyes suddenly lit up. Then he swept his right hand across the space before him, and his body began to move.
With a flash of light, he vanished into thin air, only to reappear in his original position a moment later.
Yet that single disappearance and reappearance let him evade the first few wind blades perfectly.
Then Chen Ping actually began flickering in and out of existence right where he stood. Although his position shifted slightly, the changes were tiny.
Zhongli Wu held his staff high. Watching this, he showed not the slightest surprise.
Ordinary Soul Masters might not recognize the power Chen Ping was using, but how could he fail to recognize it?
During Chen Ping's previous few battles, Zhongli Wu had already observed the spatial abilities he possessed.
Zhongli Wu knew all too well what sort of person could control spatial power. A Limit Douluo.
But only Limit Douluos could wield spatial power. Why had it appeared in him?
Zhongli Wu's doubts were not unfounded. Indeed, only Limit Douluos could control spatial power, but to be more precise, that was not fucking control at all. Their power had merely reached a level sufficient to tear space apart.
If those Limit Douluos actually went to the Divine Realm, they could strain with every ounce of strength they used to take a shit and still never budge its sturdy space by so much as a hair.
And Chen Ping? Even in the Divine Realm, he could still rely on his insight into the Way of Space to warp space with very little force, effortlessly opening