'Not good! I have to find a way to change the tables,' Grey thought inwardly as he bent his body at a weird angle to dodge the cleaving palm of the young man.
However, the palm came at a speed that he could not dodge in time.
He could only block.
Bang!
'Argh!'
Grey was blasted backward once again. The hands he had used to block were mangled and twisted at unnatural angles. Blood flowed freely from the torn flesh, dripping down his fingers and staining the ground beneath him.
His face became even paler.
Intense pain flooded his mind as he gritted his teeth and endured the searing agony spreading through his arms and chest.
'Too strong.'
The power of the Spirit Core Formation realm was simply too overwhelming.
Even though the other party had not revealed any clear traits of a Spirit Core Formation cultivator, his strength and speed were comparable to great experts of that realm.
Grey was not even capable of contending with him head-on.
