Slow Spell!
The magic power formed a new curse art for Li Ang, creating spiritual weight atop the giant hand.
The giant hand’s movements immediately slowed down, its speed dissolving the light blade was unable to keep up, and as the silver light blade was about to strike, the wind element creations at the side also began to fully merge, forming a powerful whirlwind accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
However, both the light blade and the whirlwind became sluggish in the next moment.
The Bloody Hand had also unleashed a slow spell.
Moreover, this curse was not a single target but a wide-area broadcast, putting heavy shackles on all, including Li Ang’s attacking creations.
I—damn—it—feels—like—this—to—be—hit—by—this—curse—art!
In the slow state, Li Ang and the Bloody Hand were temporarily synchronized in speed.
He saw the dark red palm covered with cruel thorns twitch a few times, as if laughing silently.
The next moment, it broke free from Li Ang’s slow spell, and in Li Ang’s perspective, all its actions were several times faster.
It pointed at Li Ang, seemingly acknowledging, or perhaps intending to show, "Let me demonstrate true spiritual manipulation for you."
Damn it!
The spiritual fluctuation of the Bloody Hand dissolved all of Li Ang’s light blades, forming a fist to smash the wind element creations into clumps of air masses.
If the duration of being hit by the slow spell for the first time was ten seconds, the Bloody Hand took less than half that time to complete these two actions.
Li Ang felt that the constraint time of his slow spell on it was shorter than that on Fukate, probably only effective for six seconds.
While its slow time on him exceeded ten seconds.
In the slow state, his perception of time’s passage had become distorted; he could only estimate his remaining time by referencing the duration when both were in the slow state together.
Approximately eight seconds.
His entire being was slowed down by two to three times, and the number of Silver Blades he wielded was also reduced accordingly. The Bloody Hand easily broke through the silver sharp blade’s attack, flying straight towards Li Ang.
As it approached, he estimated that he still had two seconds of slow time remaining.
These two seconds were entirely enough for it to launch a fierce attack on Li Ang.
This is the lethal time difference caused by one being in normal speed while the other is slowed.
He must come up with another solution.
His Secret Technique: Ten Thousand Spirits Stirring was certainly ineffective on it; the method to cause spiritual chaos was merely a laughable trick to this true master of spiritual manipulation.
For weakening a single target, the slow spell was far more effective than Ten Thousand Spirits Stirring, although it was effective on the Bloody Hand, the duration was very short.
Previously, in his spare time, Li Ang had considered combining the slow spell with the secret technique to create a new secret technique, but before he could experiment, he prematurely experienced what it’s like to be attacked by such a move.
When slowed, it’s impossible to resist. This won’t work; he must keep both speeds consistent to balance the time difference, or even exceed the opponent—
A flash of inspiration emerged in Li Ang’s mind.
Faster...
That means, acceleration!
However, his thought process had already been slowed; even if making decisions now was based on his rich past experiences, taking only a moment, constructing an "acceleration technique" to counterattack would clearly take longer than the slowed six seconds allowed.
Three seconds remaining.
He had just enough time to position the Silver Heart Sword in front of him for defense, which could mitigate some damage.
But, what about afterwards?
When the slow spell ends, both would return to a stalemate.
Distraction to conceive the acceleration technique requires time, and there’s always uncertainty in battle... it’s likely to continue the strenuous battle for a long time.
If he wants to boost the chance of victory to approach 100%, he must introduce a force to tip the scales—the high-tier elemental summoning that Li Ang can call upon would provide much-needed respite.
But to summon it, he must seize the moment.
One second remaining.
Sorry, Dorothy. While thinking, Li Ang took a ring out from his pocket and put it on his finger.
From a distance, a spiritual force connected to him, maintaining its link.
The Bloody Claw approached his face, with the Silver Heart Sword already in front, shaking his head with a rough, dark red, keratin-covered giant claw, a loud boom resounded in Li Ang’s eardrums, but he felt little pain.
Nearby, a half-elf cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
The most crucial opening was the two seconds during which the Bloody Claw attacked him.
No time to consider why the young girl was so close, Li Ang, while receiving the hit, focused all his attention on shaping the wind elemental creations.
Two extraordinary wind elements merged, stirring a fierce hurricane, with the normal wind elemental swarm transitioning into a magic wind, and two whirlwind arms that seemed almost tangible stretching out from it.
The slow spell ended.
The two demon wind arms extended toward the Bloody Claw, merging and grasping, temporarily trapping it in the middle.
The wind elemental creations summoned by Li Ang, infused with a massive amount of magic power, reached tier eight.
Li Ang directed countless Silver Blades, once again like a curtain of rain, towards the Bloody Claw.
It struggled continuously, releasing waves of dissolution that deconstructed the approaching light blades into light points, simultaneously affecting the wind elemental creations; their spiritual structure was stable enough, but had become slightly loosened, causing the whirlwind arms to slightly scatter, releasing several streams of wind.
Li Ang calmed his mind, recalling the principles of releasing the slow spell, and pondered how to operate to generate a reverse effect.
"Awoo—!"
A high-pitched howl pierced through the battlefield, Li Ang glimpsed out of the corner of his eye to see Zoe standing in the form of an Ice Wolf not far away. Dorothy was beside her, holding her head and casting healing art on herself.
Behind Zoe, an icy blue giant wolf phantom slowly rose.