Swoosh!!——
A sharp, ear-piercing sound of air friction accompanies a burst of flames rising swiftly. As Jiang Dali thrusts out his elbow like a spear, the air friction at high speed tears and burns his sleeve, leaving only his strong wrist firmly gripped by the iron nail bracelet.
At that instant, the sudden burst of speed Jiang Dali exhibits surpasses even the Undying God of the past, who wielded Mahavira power, reaching speeds comparable to the ghostly Shakyamuni.
Unexpectedly, with a loud boom, the air explodes into countless torrents of air rushing in all directions. The elder's silhouette twists in this turbulent air and disappears—it turns out to be an afterimage.
Jiang Dali's thoughts are clear and calm, already anticipating that the opponent would not be hit so easily.
In the moment his elbow misses and he loses balance, his extremely strong Spiritual Sense forms several images in his mind, predicting the scenes that will soon unfold.
Swish!——!
