Viperfang wasn't one for wasting words. His figure blurred in an instant, leaving only an afterimage in his place.
He reappeared like a phantom at Zhao Zheng's flank. His palm formed a claw, and from his five fingertips extended ghastly green energy blades, stabbing straight for Zhao Zheng's ribs.
The strike was vicious and cunning, and it also contained a powerful corrosive force that targeted the Primordial Spirit. Had it been an ordinary cultivator at the Peak of the Great Sun Realm, they would have been grievously injured in an instant.
Though startled, Zhao Zheng remained composed. With a loud shout, he unleashed the Primordial Spirit power he had just condensed without reservation, mobilizing his True Essence to form a thick, golden shield of light in front of him.
HSSS!
The energy blades pierced the light shield, emitting a harsh, corrosive sound.
The light shield fluctuated violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its edges.
