Within the void rift, spatial turbulence roared like countless angry black dragons.
The black spatial power condensed into solid blades, shooting out in all directions through the cracks. Each blade contained enough power to tear a Golden Immortal cultivator to shreds.
The moment Chen Ping stepped into the rift, those spatial blades, like sharks that had smelled blood, attacked him from all directions.
He didn’t dodge.
The power of chaos condensed into a purple light shield on the body’s surface. The spatial blade struck the light shield, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound, and then melted away silently, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, without even causing a ripple.
The power of chaos is the source of all elements, and the power of space is no exception.
In the face of chaos, even the most violent spatial turbulence is nothing more than a trickle returning to its origin.
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