The moment Shen Haoran vanished, the black-robed man froze in place. The intelligence report had said Shen Haoran was only a Fourth Grade Alchemist, his own strength just that of a Tier One Spirit Aspect. But the speed he had just unleashed completely surpassed the limits of a Tier One Spirit Aspect—even he couldn't compare. And he was a Tier Six Spirit Aspect.
'His strength far exceeds what we expected. Retreat!' the black-robed man cried out in his mind. He slammed on the brakes, his momentum carrying him forward in a long skid across the ground before he shot backward at an even greater speed.
"Trying to run?" Shen Haoran scoffed when he saw the black-robed man trying to retreat. Instantly, countless pitch-black vortexes appeared behind him. Icy Sword Light slowly emerged from them, aimed straight at the black-robed man.
"Endless Sword Formation!"
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH...
