They'd run!
Ji Jue was stunned, even forgetting to crack his sunflower seeds.
It was a sight to behold.
If nothing else, that skill at fleeing for one's life was truly first-rate in this day and age!
What had that been just now?
The Ascension Lineage's substitution technique, using an object in place of oneself and borrowing a corpse to return to life? It also resembled the Vortex Lineage's trick of swapping out the real thing for a decoy? Or Heart Pivot's scapegoat?
It had been too fast—far too fast to distinguish.
A giant hand emerged from the vault of the sky and slammed down in fury, stirring up crashing waves. Amid the howling gale, it instantly crushed who knew how many shadows, yet even among the scraps, more shadows rapidly split apart, strands of them wriggling like living things as they sought a way out.
In that hasty instant, it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake. Perhaps all of them were real, or perhaps every last one was merely a disguise meant to deceive the eye?
It didn't matter.
The Dragon Tongue Hunter snorted coldly and drew his bow again.
He closed his eyes.
No longer looking, abandoning all observation and casting aside every distraction, he instead entrusted everything to a hunter's instinctive sense for a wolf. The Sun-Reflecting Arrow flew forth once more, somehow tracing a vast arc through mid-air toward the opposite direction...
Crack!
At the southern harbor of Tower City, beneath the reefs, a shadow that had been about to plunge into the sea burst out of thin air and shattered. Xie Heli flew out like a rag doll, his entire body shriveled like a dried corpse.
Hardly any of the bandages around him remained. He was practically naked, in a