Yu Ming stared at Zhang Chen, who had undergone slight changes before him. The feeling Zhang Chen gave him was still not that of his ghostified form. In Yu Ming's view, Zhang Chen's current transformation resembled a reduced version of that form, using less ghostly energy from within and thereby extending the duration of ghostification.
"Your Soul Stone is still in your chest, and not even a trace of its energy has been activated. Can this really be called Forbidden Release...?"
But the instant Yu Ming finished voicing his doubts—
"Ring ring ring!"
A crisp ringing of ear bells resounded beside Yu Ming's ears, driving away every surrounding noise. The sound conjured the image of two white bone skull earring pendants in Yu Ming's mind—Zhang Chen's earrings.
Zhang Chen, who had been standing sideways in place, had appeared directly before Yu Ming at that moment. The five fingers of his left hand had somehow already covered the space in front of Yu Ming's face.
The sensation of those five fingers covering his face made Yu Ming's heart tremble. He had already imagined the consequences of being caught—he would likely be severely injured.
"Why is this happening? He clearly feels no different from before."
Yu Ming was no slouch in speed either. His countless experiences of real combat through mountains of blades and seas of fire allowed him to react instantly, rapidly retreating. Empowered by the chaotic domain in the surrounding area, Yu Ming narrowly evaded Zhang Chen's left-hand grab as the five fingers swept past his face with a howl of wind.
The retreating Yu Ming transformed into a streak of chaotic aura and immediately fled the enormous pit, opening distance from Zhang Chen. At the same time, he controlled every chaotic plant within to squeeze and pierce toward Zhang