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Who was Xiao Yi?
Her white robes drifted, graceful as a startled swan.
When Ji Lintong's space-rending heavy punch closed in on her back, Xiao Yi tapped the tip of her foot lightly on a green leaf of the vine. There was no sound, only an exquisitely smooth arc slicing through the air. Light as wind brushing willow catkins, she rose several meters in an instant, narrowly letting the fist front wrapped in spatial tearing force pass her by.
She hovered in midair, her hair lifting slightly in the aftershock of Soul Power.
Ji Lintong's strike missed, and the gray haze in his eyes deepened.
He forcibly twisted his momentum and landed, pushing off the gnarled vine roots with the tips of his feet and wheeling around, his movements so smooth there was not the slightest delay.
The instant he steadied himself, the pitch-black Fifth Soul Ring beneath his feet flared with ghostly light.
There was no dazzling light or shadow. A beam of utterly pure, formless and colorless Mental Power burst from the depths of his surging pupils—
Fifth Soul Skill · Lightless Impact!
This Mental Power attack traveled through the void at a speed that surpassed the transmission of Soul Power, almost like an extension of thought. Silent and traceless, yet sharp as an invisible divine needle.
Xiao Yi's figure was still in midair when that pure mental impact arrived.
Even though her senses were abnormally keen, this attack that exceeded all common sense in speed still lay beyond the range she could dodge.
For an instant, a blank stiffness appeared in her eyes!
"Got her!"
Ji Lintong's mouth finally could not help pulling upward, his body even still carrying the inertia of his forward charge.
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