The Black River was torn apart by an axe, but the split Black River converged from both sides and transformed into a spear shape that directly struck the War God, submerging him in its torrential flow.
Yet the axe swung by the War God also pierced through the sky, flying toward the Sìxiàng.
Sìxiàng's pupils shrank as he shifted to the left, but the axe light, as if possessing spirituality, unexpectedly followed the movement.
At the last moment, Sìxiàng's body explosively burst open, transforming into lightning as he dodged diagonally forward.
He narrowly avoided the strike.
Suddenly, Sìxiàng turned his head to look at his left wing, paused for half a second, then his left wing abruptly split in two, the severed place smooth as new.
It was a close call; it was almost his body, not his wing, that had been cut.
