Five meters!

Xu Yangyi was unable to wait any longer! A flash of resolution traveled through his eyes. The region above his head had already completely transformed into a massive tunnel! A willpower that rocked him to his core was arriving at an unimaginable speed!

“Spiritcleaver Pulse!” A roar of fury thundered through a hundred li! Xu Yangyi’s left hand tightened again, and a thrust of formless spiritual sense fiercely stabbed ahead!

Regardless of whether or not the action was of use, it had to be tried to be known! After all, this thing was still a living being! An organism possessing qi! For it to not have spiritual sense was impossible! As if god was showing consideration for him, the green orb of fog actually stopped moving for a twinkling!

A tenth of a second. Merely a tenth of a second!

Yet the orb’s decisecond-long pause was Xu Yangyi’s tenth of a second to spear ahead with all power!

To cultivators… how could five meters be far?

In an instant, shadows enclosed. Xu Yangyi uttered not a single word. As if he was a descending god of murder, he consumed all of his strength, even causing the air to loudly resound with the sound of breaking wind!

Swoosh! Falling Moon aimed towards the green fog and slashed down!

Crack crack crack… A flower bloomed, a flower wilted. In this moment of sheer determination behind the fall of Xu Yangyi’s blade, the Reincarnation Puppet snarled at the...