The Shadow That Couldn't Be Killed, Blood Transformation Demon's New Year

As all the divine light receded, the shadow cast by the giant leaves completely shrouded the area. Qin Yang closed his eyes, giving up on sight and relying on instinct for all his senses, amplifying his instinctive perception to the utmost limit.

Under these circumstances, this shadow assassin's strength was roughly only at the Dao Palace level. Yet if divine light shone upon him, the clearer and more distinct his shadow became, the stronger he grew instead.

The power gap in that sword strike that had pierced Qin Yang's shoulder had been far too obvious. His body had been like tender tofu, pierced through with ease.

In the darkness, the shadow could no longer be seen. Qin Yang stood there quietly when danger suddenly struck again. He shifted slightly and reached out to grab at empty air. He caught nothing, yet two shallow sword marks appeared on his palm, still failing to break his defense and draw blood.

His senses told him that he had indeed caught something, but there was nothing there.

That assassin seemed to be attacking him from another world. He could only passively endure the blows.

The shadow's attacks had no effect, yet he still did not retreat, instead wearing Qin Yang down here.

Time trickled by. The light beyond the giant leaves changed as well, and the enormous shadow cast by the leaves continuously shifted to the side.

Soon, the shadow slowly receded from where Qin Yang stood, and that shadow had begun to appear on the ground.

Another strike landed, carving a wound deep enough to reveal bone into Qin Yang's arm. On the shadow cast upon the ground, there was likewise a new gap, and a force prevented his wound from healing.

When that shadow vanished into the enormous shade again, the force