The instant the West Sand Deity stepped into the ambush circle, he halted. Fine grains of sand seemed to surge from within his body, covering him in an instant. The grains piled into dunes, transformed into waves of sand, and rolled upward.
At the same time, Qin Yang, standing at the entrance, lit up the fourth golden core within his Dao Foundation. The phantom of the Lesser Wei Scepter emerged inside it.
With a sweep of Qin Yang's hand, darkness silently spread outward, completely isolating the underground sea of sand from the outside world.
Using the Star Concealment Mystical Power to isolate such a vast area was equivalent to expanding its shielding range from his body to the entire battlefield.
This way, nothing here would be noticed by the outside world. Yet at the same time, Qin Yang's figure could still be seen within this area.
Sword-like brows and long hair, divine radiance seeming to shine within his eyes—then, in an instant, he looked like a deity, like a true peak Dao Monarch. Yet upon closer sensing, it was as though there was nothing at all. He seemed like a mortal, and also like a dead man.
He had fashioned himself a face nearly as handsome as his original one, but now, no one would spare him a glance.
"From the moment we strike to the moment we retreat, we have fifteen breaths in total. The instant we exceed that, I leave."
Qin Yang watched the battlefield ahead with cold eyes and gave them a reminder.
If he wished, his Star Concealment Mystical Power, spread over such a vast range, could indeed conceal them for more than one incense stick's time.
Even if a deity and several top experts from different sects joined forces within, he could still keep it