The light beam suddenly appeared, like a military knife, cutting into everyone's view. It was so thoroughly black, as if it had been eroded by an endless black night, that for a moment, Tang Zheng felt as if space had been torn apart.
Lu Fan was startled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, all her sweat glands stood on end. She stopped pursuing Dong Zixuan and retreated rapidly as a massive amount of sand dust surged from her wristwatch, forming an eggshell-like sand shield in front of her.
Hiss, the light beam struck the sand shield and effortlessly pierced through as if cutting through a sheet of paper, without any obstruction, and further penetrated Lu Fan's thunder shield amid the disintegrating sand mist.
"Damn it!" Lu Fan had never felt so close to death. She tapped her toes repeatedly on the ground, her body constantly retreating and changing direction in mid-air.