The ink-black threads flicked back, and the gash that had been cut rapidly healed.
As if sensing danger, the Mo Si spontaneously condensed, entwining and weaving itself into thousands of tendrils.
It transformed the tips of these tendrils into sharp blades, cleaving directly at the Heaven and Earth Gang Wind blowing in from all directions.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—
The cacophony of striking metal was deafening.
The Mo Si blades were unstoppable, shattering and slicing through each gust of Gang Wind.
A fierce glint flashed through Li Ang's eyes. He continued to release his Telekinesis, pushing himself to accelerate upwards.
Below him, the landscape continually shrank; mountains and rivers came into full view.
The wide, straight official road had transformed into a thin, straight line in his vision, populated by ant-like formations of carriages and horses.
No one could see what was happening in the dim night sky.
