In an instant, both of their perceptions of time dulled, each second becoming interminably long. The cold Secret Sword swung towards Bologue, with Bologue hanging in mid-air, having no space to evade. He could only fully unleash Ether, conducting spatial transmutation, meanwhile dispersing Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, causing it to nail into the flesh below, passively moving himself.
Bologue began to shift mid-air, simultaneously his body blurred and twisted. Half of his body sunk into Curved Path Shuttling, and the Iron-Cutting Sword descended upon his head.
Both parties' spirits were fully concentrated, and then time sped forward like a film pressed fast-forward.
Sword lights criss-crossed, steel clashed fiercely.
Ultimately, Bologue was merely a Condenser, even though the Silver Knight had fallen to such a state, he was still an existence Bologue could not easily oppose.
