It was clear that, compared to Green Ballard, A'wei was more inclined to believe that the Andir from before was the real name.
And from the moment he appeared, he had kept making one move after another. The concern he showed was heartwarming, too.
As Fu Qian sighed, he shifted sideways and dodged another pouncing wraith.
The strange mist wasn't particularly thick, but it carried a true, desolate sense of death. It blended perfectly with the atmosphere around them, and even made the wraiths look like wandering grim reapers.
Of course, it wasn't just a visual effect. Fu Qian lowered his head and glanced at himself.
Even though he'd perfectly evaded the wraith, the tiny mirror shards that made up his armor had somehow lost their luster, as if they were withering—and the degree of decay seemed proportional to the distance he'd moved.
Fu Qian was quite certain that the maneuver he'd just used to dodge the wraith had cost him a little health.
"Death's Boundary?"
His memories of the past were instantly brought back, and Fu Qian asked casually.
"I'm touched, Your Excellency. You actually remember this little trick."
There was hardly any emotion in A'wei's voice, but he had clearly admitted it.
As expected, it was another trick he'd seen back in Shangjing. Even when Fu Qian had been in Blood Conquest mode, he hadn't been immune to this move.
But A'wei had casually spread it over such a vast area, and the mist was extending without end, just like Gray Descent—as though it were about to become an inherent property of this place. Once again, A'wei had demonstrated his command over Unseen Hill.
Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration.
Come to think of it, he'd seen a technique that restricted movement in Akasha's hands before.
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