Facing the ten-thousand-foot golden sword light that seemed to carry the aura of a deity, the only thought and reaction for Clan Leader Tu Zheng of the Qingqiu Fox Clan was just one word.
That word was escape!
Escape at all costs!
But in that instant, under the shroud of that seemingly divine ten-thousand-foot golden sword light, everything seemed to slow down relatively.
Originally, Tu Zheng's speed was several times faster than lightning, but under the shroud of this ten-thousand-foot golden sword light, it seemed as slow as a snail.
It was an indescribable strange feeling. Tu Zheng knew very well that his speed hadn't slowed down, but in front of this ten-thousand-foot golden light, his speed was no different from that of a snail.
