Under the influence of the realm, Teng Zhongyun's actions delayed for a moment.
Only a moment passed and Teng Zhongyun had already adjusted himself.
However, in that very instant, dozens of sword lights were already close at hand!
Michael's releasing of his "realm" gained him time, although only less than a breath's worth.
Yet that split second, in such a high-level battle, was enough to give him the upper hand.
Teng Zhongyun had originally planned to strike back immediately, but now there was no room for retaliation, and even defense seemed quite hasty.
"Circulating Heavenly Firmament!"
The long sword in Teng Zhongyun's hand transformed into shadows of swords, giving an illusion of countless long swords acting like a city wall, blocking in front of him.
'Clank!' 'Clank!' ’Clank!’
Dozens of sword lights were all shattered by him in a blink of an eye.
Without giving him a moment to catch his breath, Michael's second round of attacks, like a storm, arrived in succession.