Chapter 1673

Sebastian watched as the massive blood-red claw descended upon him like a collapsing mountain, its overwhelming shadow engulfing the space around him. His gaze sharpened like a hawk's, and his Phantom Stride technique activated at full speed in an instant. His movements became ghost-like, erratic and unpredictable, leaving behind a series of blurry afterimages. The immense pressure generated by the claw's force caused his clothes to whip violently, as though on the verge of being torn apart. Yet, his steps remained composed and precise, each shift perfectly timed to avoid the claw's deadly trajectory. The rushing wind howled past his ears, punctuated by the sharp whooshing sounds of the claw slicing through the air. However, Gravik was no ordinary opponent. As a master with immense cultivation, his control over the claw was relentless. It followed Sebastian like a shadow, refusing to grant him even a moment's respite. The claw screeched through the air with an eerie whooshing sound