Ye Tian originally thought that divine power should be like this, that no one could materialize it, but he was wrong. The opponent in front of him, Elder Bei Feng, had already materialized divine power, and had done so quite perfectly.
Looking at the dozens of powerful forces formed by divine power above his head, Ye Tian's heart couldn't help but rise to his throat.
These dozens of forces must not be underestimated. Otherwise, Elder Bei Feng wouldn't have described it as a "perfect strike."
What kind of attack can truly be called perfect?
Ye Tian's mind was constantly thinking about it. However, before the opponent attacked him, Ye Tian couldn't rashly speculate how the enemy's attack would unfold.
Even though he knew the opponent's attack was quite powerful, Ye Tian was not a coward. A glimmer of excitement, hardly noticeable, appeared on his face. After all, since Elder Bei Feng called his attack a "perfect strike," then contending against it would certainly be interesting!
