Although Mo Ye's shout was urgent, it showed not the slightest trace of panic. It seemed that his words were merely a reminder to Fairy Yao Luo that the matter was not particularly serious.
The change came extremely quickly. At first, Zi Hao was still speaking with Mo Ye, but in the blink of an eye, his technique flared, transforming into an illusory figure like a streak of lightning that shot toward Fairy Yao Luo, who was standing at the edge.
Zi Hao's escape speed was even slightly faster than Mo Ye's speed when he had fought Qin Fengming.
The two sides had originally been nearly a thousand zhang apart, but with a single flash of his illusory form, Zi Hao's phantom had already appeared less than ten zhang in front of Fairy Yao Luo.
Such speed caused strange radiance to appear in the eyes of the more than twenty cultivators present, while fear surfaced on their faces.
Among those present, including the cultivators from Kaiyang Land, apart from a tiny handful, everyone had only one thought at that moment: if Zi Hao's action had been aimed at them, would they have had any means to deploy and neutralize this attack?
Yet what sent a chill through everyone's hearts was that they all reached the same conclusion: under such circumstances, they simply could not deploy any means to deal with Zi Hao's next attack.
It was not that they were incompetent. Rather, Zi Hao's sudden movement technique was simply too fast, leaving the cultivators who did not know his true capabilities without the slightest warning.
Although most of the cultivators present were filled with fear, a few of them showed no unusual reaction at all.
Among those few was Fairy Yao Luo, the target against whom Zi Hao now intended