His eyes instantly split with rage.
At this critical juncture between life and death, he dared not hold back anymore. All his power erupted, with the Spiritual Artifact inside him surging forth without reservation.
"Boom!"
With an earth-shattering noise, a layer of luminous shield appeared around his body, only to be shattered by the Flying Knife.
It reappeared instantly, only to be shattered again.
"Ah!"
He roared as he swung his fist toward two phantoms.
Just an inch away from his fist, two crystal-clear, exquisitely delicate Flying Knives trembled gently.
They hummed, then suddenly accelerated, piercing lightly into his fist and darting out of his wrist, continuing to shoot toward his heart.
He harbored his strength in secret, a young Seventh Transition, truly a prodigious talent.
Yet under these Flying Knives, he was ironically vulnerable.
He found it unbelievable, extremely unwilling.
