Chen Yi's blood surged and reversed, he groaned and flew back, barely stabilizing himself after retreating seven or eight steps upon landing.
With just a finger, it seemed insignificant, yet it broke his sword strike.
This is the realm only a second-rank could achieve...
The Supreme's figure had already floated dozens of feet away, seemingly about to merge into the denser darkness on the edge of Dragon Tail City and escape out of the city.
Chen Yi's heart sank slightly: Could it be that this person is really going to escape?
Before the thought could finish,
he suddenly looked up.
The figure of the Supreme heading towards the distance was ephemeral like drifting smoke and clouds, fleeting, yet flashing repeatedly, unable to leave the confines of Dragon Tail City, as if trapped within the Five Fingers Mountain.
The Supreme's steps halted, and before any thoughts could form, his vision was suddenly covered in a halo, a blinding white sheet.
Buzz.
