Within the Wind Spirit Array, as a withered skeleton appeared, Shi Shahuang's figure vanished into thin air, reappearing outside the array.
"Some kind of substitution technique? How strange." Mo Yu muttered softly at the sight.
Shi Shahuang's method was extraordinary. It had practically allowed the withered skeleton to die in his place once, while his true body escaped unharmed.
"This technique must have extremely great limitations. I'm afraid Shi Shahuang won't be able to use it again," Qing Yanjing said solemnly, her pretty face also changing slightly.
Mo Yu nodded and was just about to say something when the sound of something tearing through the air arose before him. A figure slowly emerged, and it was none other than Shi Shahuang.
At this moment, Shi Shahuang still looked battered. His pale body was riddled with holes, while his pale flesh writhed and rapidly repaired his injured form.
Crash!
Around the altar, the many gazes that had been watching this place closely could not help but tremble at this moment.
Clearly, they had not expected that Shi Shahuang would be trapped in the Spirit Array for only ten-odd minutes, yet emerge in such a miserable state.
Could that Wind Spirit Array truly be so terrifying?
Mo Tong and Xuan Guang, who were still engaged in fierce combat, were similarly shaken. Had Qing Yanjing's strength already reached such a terrifying level?
As the pale flesh on his body writhed, Shi Shahuang looked at Mo Yu and Qing Yanjing with an increasingly frightening gaze. At this moment, he resembled a vicious wolf secretly licking its wounds while contemplating how to take revenge.
"I truly never expected that I, Shi Shahuang, would have such a disgraceful day."
Shi Shahuang's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Abyss. His killing intent was so dense