Bang! A loud sound erupted!
Jiang Dali's hands, emanating a green gold glow, collided with the sleeve that whipped toward him like a blade, resulting in a sharp and clear echo.
Instantly, the powerful energy embedded in the sleeve scattered.
With a long laugh, Wuya Zi's left sleeve, thrown back from the impact, shot out a black rope a few meters long. The black rope, seeming to have shifted from the impact, coiled and twisted like a snake, circling back toward Jiang Dali's wrist.
"Hmph!"
Jiang Dali's fingers clawed suddenly, his right hand slightly raised, fingers coming together, slashing through the air, instantly severing the coiling black rope into two.
"What a move, Sky-splitting Silk!"
Wuya Zi exclaimed in amazement as his body swung with the rope in midair, moving rapidly to the right like a paper kite flying through the sky.
Whoosh—
