Forced Retreat

With the Plow Heaven Stride, Su Zimo's aura became even stronger.

In that sheer instant, the black robed cultivator had a hallucination that a gigantic fissure was ripped out in the skies above him!

Su Zimo swung his Cold Moon Saber and drew an arc in the air. Cleaving down viciously at the head of the black robed cultivator, his saber was filled with a cold aura and sharp killing intent!

Not daring to clash head on, the black robed cultivator took a sidestep and glided beside Su Zimo. His bone spear struck out like a viper from a tricky angle.

"Oh?"

He narrowed his eyes.

At that moment, he had many options. He could repel the incoming bone spear with his Cold Moon Saber or he could dodge the attack and retaliate after.

However, both options would eliminate the advantage that Su Zimo had just accumulated.