บท 487: Fated Enemy

Wang Wei opened his eyes to find himself in an ample space where everything seemed slightly blue. A man with a mask and a saber hanging on his waist floated not far from him.

The moment he arrived in this place, his body acted in instinct without thinking as he took out a stone and activated it. A golden light as brilliant as the first dawn of the universe swallowed the masked man.

Without hesitation, Wang Wei used the trump cards that saved him from Di Tian with the intent of instantly killing his opponent and not giving the latter a chance.

With this Emperor Tier Attack, the masked man should have been annihilated, but a shield of similar strength enveloped and protected him. Nevertheless, blood trickled down from the mask, signaling he was somewhat caught off guard and injured.

"No matter how much I think I overestimate your capabilities, I'm proven wrong again and again," said the Saber Wielder, making Wang Wei frown.