Above the battlefield, two figures flashed and intertwined at speeds beyond the visual limits of most creatures.
The Black Robed Wizard's form was like film being frequently cut; in one moment he was in the east, the next he was already in the west.
Every "movement," the intermediate process was erased by the Fabrication Law, leaving only the constantly appearing "already there" result.
And Jeming was a pure dark gold stream of light.
He didn't omit any process; his trajectory was complete and continuous.
But this continuous trajectory was propelled to the speed of light.
Thus, in others' eyes, Jeming's movement also presented a nearly instant teleportation visual effect.
Yet the faint afterimage trailing from the glow, due to the slight curvature of space, proved his movement was "real."
Two equally uncatchable figures engaged in a breathless offense-defense exchange within hundreds of kilometers of the battlefield sky.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
