112 Separate Ways

That was the real starlight splendor.

They weren't the resplendent stars Guo Pingrong could only summon with the unique starlight splendor weapon, but brilliant specks that scattered from each move and turn of his body. They shot toward eternity from far away, with an irresistible natural force. He controlled the whole situation at his own pace.

It was dream-like.

A deep, intoxicated and unbreakable dream.

After the 400th move…

Only the leading bird was left diving relentlessly toward Fang Yimo, and colorful feathers flew everywhere, landing onto plants and drying them out. Left without a choice, Fang Yimo had to dodge a little to avoid the fragments of the rack.

The dodging maneuver opened up a gap within the battle situation that he had full control over.

The silver light emitted by Zhan Beiye's mighty spear turned golden, solidifying into a ray wall that shone down on Fang Yimo.