Si Lingle encountered increasingly formidable opponents.
There was the head of Thunder Law Peak, wielding Majestic Heavenly Thunder with overwhelming momentum;
There were Sword Dao elites commanding thousands of Flying Swords, weaving a devastating Sword Net;
There were even several Exotic Skill experts practicing strange witchcraft that could erode space with Divine Thought.
However, regardless of the type of offense faced, Si Lingle's battle style remained unchanged—she made almost no aggressive moves, simply standing quietly or moving slowly in place.
Sword Net closing in? The space a few feet before her subtly warped, like a stone cast into a lake. The dense Sword Qi that pierced into the twisted field deflected and scattered, as if pushed aside by an Invisible Hand, with some Flying Swords' trajectories eerily looping, nearly hurting the Controller themselves.
