In the place where the strike landed, a deep, swirling black hole was carved into the void. Even though the Western Continent immortal had evaded the direct attack, the residual Ziwei Force grazed him, shattering his protective immortal energy and leaving him injured.
"Heaven Suppresses the Sun!"
Before the wounded immortal could stabilize his breath, Revered Futian, bearing a blood-red sun on his back, descended upon him with crushing force.
In battles between masters, every moment mattered. Ziwei's interference gave Futian the upper hand, unleashing a relentless barrage that left his opponent gasping for air.
Even as Tianyi, his six wings unfurled, rushed to intercept Ziwei and disrupt his havoc, the ripple effect of Futian's assault began to spread across the battlefield. Slowly but surely, the defensive line of the Western Continent faltered, retreating step by step.
