Chapter 1027 – The Great Light Comes (1/2)

Chapter 1027 – The Great Light Comes

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Chen Changsheng did not enter the Green Leaf World, nor did he enter the Garden of Zhou.

He could not be sure that the Angel was like the previous Demon Lord and able to see through spatial laws.

He would not make this choice, not until the final moment.

So against this current peril, what would he do?

He did something surprising.

He closed his eyes.

This was not disdain.

It was also not surrender.

It only symbolized focus, that he was attempting to find a way to break out of this situation.

The Angel was standing outside the storm of swords, its hand holding a spear of light and stabbing it toward him.

He knew that this was not what was really going on.

In this period, in that sight that he could not be at all sure was real, that Angel had been moving the entire time.

A moment ago, it was in the deepest part of the darkness, and in the next moment, it was at the weakest point of the sword array, and then it returned to its original position.

In this extremely brief span of time, the Angel had launched countless attacks against the sword array.

It was just that it was too fast, like a lightless thunderbolt. With just one's eyes, it was simply impossible to sense that it was moving.

Chen Changsheng's eyes also could not keep up with its speed. He could only rely on his sword array to defend and sense.

In these circumstances, it was simply impossible for him to confirm the Angel's position.

So the strategy he had prepared for the Angel, those Heavenly Tome Monoliths transformed into stone pearls, naturally would not be able to touch the Angel.

This being the case, he might as well close his eyes. He would cease to chase after the Angel's tracks with his eyes, choosing instead to spread his spiritual sense.

The spiritual sense spreading through the darkness was just like a net.

He still found it impossible to confirm the Angel's position, but he could now clearly sense the traces left behind as the Angel moved through the net.

Those straight and randomly turning rays of light were dazzling to behold.

Chen Changsheng's eyes were closed, his head was lowered, and his hands gripped his sword. He waited for a pattern to gradually appear in those tracks, or for them to slow.

The blind zither player guessed at what he was doing. He slightly tilted his head, and with a shake of his blood-drenched fingers, the snapped zither strings drifted out of the sword array. Like slender snakes, they attempted to seize those rays of light, to slow the movements of that Angel.

Alas, a vast gap of cultivation existed between the two.

The Angel apathetically stood outside the storm of swords, countless flickers of light flaring and extinguishing around it.

No matter how serene and formidable Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense was, he still would not be able to truly bind it.

And the zither strings would never be able to chase its figure down.

When it was fighting, it was true light and lightning.

Its spear of light, holding limitless power, incessantly stabbed at the South Stream Temple sword array.

The swords began to whistle and howl while Chen Changsheng gradually paled. The shaking of his sea of consciousness had already inflicted significant internal injuries on him.

But he still did not give up, because it was evident that each spear thrust had much less power behind it.

The decrease in strength was because the Angel wanted to push its speed to the limit.

The Angel of the Sacred Light had chosen to be very cautious.

Caution was out of vigilance.

This meant that Chen Changsheng's response was reasonable.

But it was still a great pity.

This pity was for the same reason as earlier.

The gap in cultivation levels was too great.

Hundreds of rays of lights flickered in and out of the darkness, like the twinkling of stars obscured by a thin layer of clouds.

In this brief span of time, the spear of light in the Angel's hand had attacked the storm of swords more than four hundred times.

At the same time, that spear point that had passed through space and was now blocked by Chen Changsheng's sword was now only half a foot from his eyes.

Countless swords were knocked away as they let out helpless cries of anger and reluctance.

The spear of light seemed to be proceeding slowly and unstoppably into the heart of the storm of swords.

It was like a great river cleaving through a mountain.

A dazzling light bursting out of the clouds.

The South Stream Temple sword array was about to break.

Chen Changsheng and the blind zither player were about to die.

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