Why... why...?
No one could answer Bai Fei's question. While everyone was still confused, Shen Qian's indifferent gaze swept over Wu Yi and Qin Xiaoke, and then he nodded slightly to himself.
Then, he disappeared from the spot.
At first glance, it seems to be the same method used by Qin Xiaoke: spatial teleportation.
But... everyone who understood, including Qin Xiaoke and Wu Yi, couldn't help but tremble.
There was no trace of the "Tao," nor any sense of spatial haziness, only a sudden, chaotic wind and an omnipresent sense of impending crisis!
speed.
This is the purest form of speed.
However, this speed had exceeded their perception limits, and they could only catch a slight glimpse of it when they used their mental power to the extreme.
But what use is this afterimage alone?
When Wu Yi caught sight of that fleeting shadow less than a hundred meters away, his expression changed drastically, and he made the most correct decision instinctively.
escape!
Wu Yi's Yuan Power burned wildly, and his Dao Phantom also shone brightly to the extreme in an instant. The phantom of the demon beast on his body floated, making his figure like a shooting star, and he swept hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.
Their rapid escape even left a trail of fire in mid-air, and Wu Yi's long hair was scorched.
But soon, the flames stopped abruptly.
Because a person suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was as if he had been standing there all along, just waiting for Wu Yi to run into him.
Shen Qian stretched out one hand and lightly pressed his palm against his head.
Wu Yi, fleeing at high speed, was like a train engine crashing into an indestructible wall. The stop was so sudden, and the impact was so violent!
What's truly eye-opening is that it seems Wu Yi is bearing all the negative consequences of the recoil alone.
Amidst the teeth-grinding "crack" sound, all the beast shadows on Wu Yi's body almost instantly vanished. His body twisted and deformed as it was turned upside down, and his bones continued to crack.
"puff!"
Golden blood gushed from Wu Yi's mouth as if it were free, and his face instantly turned ashen.
Immediately afterward, to Wu Yi's utter astonishment, Chen Qian, with an indifferent expression, slowly drew the long sword from his waist.
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