Faced with Mo Jingcang's attack, Emperor Qiutian sneered contemptuously, his figure transforming into golden light to effortlessly evade. He darted several hundred laps around the Primordial starry sky and, in the blink of an eye, appeared behind Mo Jingcang.
The golden light morphed into a sharp arrow, stretching a hundred zhang. Though it could not measure up to Mo Jingcang's size, its aura was far more terrifying.
At that moment, the roaring cry of Sun Wukong rang out, followed by a fierce gale carrying the oppressive force of impending calamity. Sun Wukong raised his Chaos Purple-Gold Rod high, ready to pulverize Emperor Qiutian.
In a flash of lightning, the golden arrow suddenly dissipated, leaving the Chaos Purple-Gold Rod striking at empty air.
Tap—
Emperor Qiutian landed atop a beam of golden light, his visage ferocious. His right hand reached out into thin air, tearing open a spatial fissure before a golden spear emerged.
