In place, a massive abyss with edges flowing with dark sheen and unfathomable depth remained, exuding a cold stillness that seemed capable of engulfing everything.
It was as if that part of space had been completely erased.
A hair's breadth difference, the line between life and death.
Forcing a burst dragged an unhealed pain deep in the Dao Foundation, clutching Jiang Shu's vital organs hard.
Yet he dared not pause for a moment, using the momentum to roll upon landing, dissipating the impact. The Desolate Star Halberd swept across, cleaving in half two dazed low rank shadow soldiers who pounced blindly from the explosion's shockwave, spilling black blood and innards all over the ground.
Jiang Shu's movements were smooth and fluid, every slight evasion dancing on the edge of a blade, all to seize that fleeting moment.
The enormous foot of the Ancient Demon Image stomped mercilessly where Jiang Shu had rolled without yet gaining his footing.
