Bamboo forest.
Emerald green leaves drifted down askew, like rain or cotton.
Tian Qingzi held a horsetail whisk, spinning like a top, flashing continuously among the seven people.
Upon reaching the Giant Spirit Form, it was as if everyone had returned to the most primal form of close-quarters combat.
The various weapons, shimmering with misty light, each represented the countless concept-modification abilities mastered by the Quan Li.
The moment they were touched, the individual's own concept would be instantly modified, turning into a solid concept body controlled by the Quan Li.
Only concepts could combat concepts—different Consciousness Power twisting the same existential concept led to the result: the Quan Li's slaughter had once again become a struggle of Consciousness Power.
Clang!
Tian Qingzi flicked his horsetail whisk, deflecting the Golden Greatsword of The First Generation, taking a step forward to neatly avoid the cutting blades coming from behind.
