Retreat

As the enormous bone spears clashed against the Scarlet Cloud Spear, Xue Ying could feel layer upon layer of power eating away at his weapon, jolting him into a stumble.

"Are absolute arts really so formidable? You, a new stage three World Deity, are able to transcend your realm and resist me in a fight?" Monarch Cang Yong was quite furious. Throughout his past as a stage four World Deity, he did not even once place any stage three World Deity in his eyes. While Xue Ying was not quite his match, the gap wasn't exceptionally large either.

"Be careful, Dong Bo Xue Ying." a voice entered Xue Ying's mind directly. "Monarch Cang Yong's attacks might seem very overbearing at a glance, but their nature is more sinister, and his speciality lies more in permeating, eroding and destroying his opponent's defenses."

At the same time, the silvery-haired girl in the distance was operating countless sword lights to aid in the offense against Monarch Cang Yong.