Just as the Primordial Yang Sword Evil was about to slash towards the pitch-black meteor, the latter suddenly swerved.
The orange-red glow brushed past the satellite, sparking tiny flashes.
Chen Mobai's gaze flickered, and he once again steered the Primordial Yang Sword Evil, changing direction towards the satellite maneuvered by Buhuai.
However, this abandoned satellite seemed to have been refined into a Magic Artifact by Buhuai. Under his relentless use of True Qi for control, it was exceedingly agile, always narrowly evading the slashes of the Primordial Yang Sword Evil.
In Yunyang Bing's eyes, the two beams of orange-red and pitch-black light were chasing each other through the Cosmic Starry Sky, like two racing cars speeding and spiraling, always seeming on the verge of collision, yet never truly colliding.
