437 A Battle of Wits in The Air (1/2)

Yun Yang pushed forward as carefully as he could, and, befitting the breeze he was now, he camouflaged himself by wholly blending into nature and drifted forward as softly as he could.

Anyone in Yun Yang's vicinity or even anything that went through him would not be able to feel anything unusual. It was like the soft caress of a breeze; one could feel it but it left no trace – that would be all!

Therefore, Yun Yang, who was in such a state, assumed himself to be in an incredibly ideal form.

Then, there was no more movement from below; the other party had completely disappeared, seemingly more adept than Yun Yang in vanishing – whether it was the person, sword, sense, deific consciousness, or even the attack itself, it was like they never existed!

The only remnant was the instincts of a cultivator that told of danger.

Yun Yang knew that his crisis was far from being resolved. The quieter it was now, the more dangerous it would be later! The moment he let his guard down would be the moment he perished!

Moving about a dozen miles in that assumed faultless state, Yun Yang suddenly felt as if he had run headlong into something; perhaps, he had touched something off.

It was like a shapeless barrier that stretched from heaven to earth to thoroughly block him within an area and now, he had touched it since he had reached the area's border.

The split second when Yun Yang came into contact with the barrier, he knew that things were awry; he morphed into stray breeze at once and retreated to a perimeter thousands of feet away.

Almost at the same time he had moved, the brilliant sword light bolted into appearance out of nowhere and cut the space he had just touched into fragments, just like before! Nothing within that space could possibly have survived.

A freshly formed black hole could be seen, the rent in the air slowly recovering.

Yun Yang let out another soft grunt in his heart. Although his reaction was timely, and he managed to disperse his own essence, he had still been struck by the sword energy; the smallest amount of it caused his divine sense to throb with crackling pain. In addition to that injury, his mind felt muddled while his internal organs felt like they were on fire, pulsing with agony.

The strike this time had caused even more serious damage than the previous one – it was an all-round attack that managed to break through to his physical, mental, soul, and deific consciousness!

Yun Yang suspected that this bizarre sword energy was created to target his manifestations; it was not against the tangible physical body, but only against the soul, inflicting damage to the physical body and mental faculties indirectly from the divine sense. Such power was indeed terrifying.

Yun Yang who was already alert was even more on guard.

The sword light had scored, yet, did not really linger, disappearing once again like it had never existed. It was also like it had melted into the air as its points of origin and departure could not be seen at all.

The circumstances were peculiar! The crisis Yun Yang felt grew stronger than before.

He soared upwards rapidly, at least ten of thousands of feet above the ground, but he could still feel the sense of danger that latched onto him, not even leaving for a moment. Regarding this, Yun Yang lamented inwardly.

Yun Yang was never one to give up easily, or else he would not have gone up against a city, despite knowing Zilong City was set up with the spiritual restraining formation previously. He knew the limits of his true capability, but he had still chosen to be full of bravado in threatening Ziyou's emperor and officials to take back the Niello Bear's mystical core. There were too many examples of his persistence.

Coming back to the matter at hand, Yun Yang was truly clueless as to any countermeasures now. The capability and power of this skulking fellow was not something he could tackle; the strength was even much stronger than Ling Xiaozui's, in Yun Yang's knowledge!

Could Mr. Nian have turned up personally?

However, how could Mr. Nian be this formidable? What sort of standard would he have to be at? Perhaps his estimation of Ling Xiaozui's capability had been wrong.

It had to be. Just like he had previously thought that Old Bai's performance was excellent but sixth heaven's Old Bai was still not an opponent of Jun Moyan's single strike.

It seemed that ignorance was truly bliss!

Just as Yun Yang was musing, the sword light came again. It flashed before vanishing, never lingering for long. In that exchange, I Yet Yun Yang felt like his divine sense was being struck.

Yun Yang did a rough calculation; the opponent had probably used some method of discernment, as if already knowing that he was in the area of this vicinity. Now, the sword energy had locked down approximately fifty thousand feet in a perimeter around the space entirely.

It was undoubtedly a massive area, but the other party's sword, his speed, and strength, was able to omit the space and distance, appearing wherever it wanted to be

If he lingered, perhaps Yun Yang would be killed very soon! There was no luck to be spoken of.

No matter how he manifested and diverted himself, the tactic of his opponent could be repeated countless times; the series of attacks could be fatal ultimately, ridding him of the ability to maintain his wind manifestation.