1012, it seems that the Divine Venerate really hopes for my death.

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Spatial power!

Watching Han Muye land in front of them, the four Illusory Mystics Divine Venerates stared wide-eyed, their bodies tensing.

It seemed like there was a short distance between them before, but in reality, there were countless spaces.

At this moment, the same was true for the thirty feet of void.

But for Han Muye, this thirty-foot void was as if it didn't exist!

"How can this be..."

"Impossible, no clan in the world can surpass my Illusory Mystics Clan in the field of space, not even the Heavenly Transformation Dragon clan!"

Two of the Illusory Mystics Divine Venerates roared as their hands emitted a cyan-grey cloudlight, hurtling towards Han Muye's chest.

However, as the cloudlight passed through the thirty-foot void, it visibly dissipated.

Thirty feet, as if it were thirty million miles distant.

"A stone's throw feels like the other side of the world..."

The two Illusory Mystics Divine Venerates muttered from behind.