Dian Lun twisted, his body bending unnaturally as the slash grazed his side, leaving a thin red line.
He grinned.
"Too slow."
His counterattack came instantly.
"Take this!"
Both fists lashed out in a storm of strikes, each punch carrying enough force to shatter a star. The air itself screamed as space distorted under the sheer weight of his attacks.
Yun Huanxin vanished.
Not teleportation—not even movement.
She simply wasn't there anymore.
Her presence had completely disappeared from the world, as if she had stepped outside of reality itself.
Dian Lun's fists struck nothing.
His tracking ability, which had never failed him before, stuttered.
For the first time, he couldn't predict her.
A whisper from behind.
"Spatial Needle."
A pinpoint of condensed space shot toward his spine.
Dian Lun barely twisted in time—but the attack still grazed his shoulder, carving a deep furrow through his chaotic armor.
He hissed.
Yun Huanxin's voice echoed from nowhere.
