This was one of the most disparate battles in history.
In terms of reaction speed, physical capabilities, and the power of Divine Skills, a Divine Separation Cultivator was thousands of times beyond a Modern Foundation Establishment Cultivator. In front of him, Ai Changyuan might as well have not been any tougher than an egg. A single hit would reduce this minor Foundation Establishment Cultivator to a spray of blood and flesh.
Yes, just one hit. But the premise was to make contact, for the attack to take effect.
At this moment, between Ai Changyuan and Heavenly Master Wang lay, not a mere thirty feet, but two different frames of reference.
It was the kind of absurd barrier usually found only between distant galaxies, between strong and weak gravitational fields, or between two objects traveling at sub-light speed.
