Fei felt strange. It was as if the Setting Sun enveloped her—warm? No, it was a feeling she couldn't describe. She only knew that, in that moment, she seemed to have been severed from something. Lu Yin was right in front of her, so close, yet impossibly far away, as though she could never reach him.
She wanted to take a step forward, but her body wouldn't move. Her battle skills, her power, and every means at her disposal all seemed to have been bound.
Lu Yin looked at Fei. "Setting Sun, burn your martial spirit. One move: Setting Sun Falls, and the afterglow reaches even the ends of the earth." As he spoke, he waved his hand. In the eyes of Lu Yin, Di Qiong, and countless creatures in the Third Eryu, the Setting Sun seemed to be swept by a great wind and slowly faded away.
At the same time, Fei's expression changed dramatically. A feeling she had never experienced before spread through her. She felt like a puppet. Her mind went blank, and she could no longer do anything.
Pfft—
Fei spat out a mouthful of blood and weakly let go. Her slender sword fell with a clatter. She reverted from her Eyeless Transformation, her eyes unfocused, and slowly collapsed to the ground.
The Setting Sun was beautiful, but deadly, too.
She had lost.
Lu Yin looked at Fei lying on the ground. He hadn't expected this move to be so powerful. Fei was a Sequence Rule expert, yet one Setting Sun had made her crumble.
Not far away, Di Qiong marveled at the sight. So this was an Artistic Conception Battle Skill—a battle skill that could rival Sequence Rules, yet was far harder to cultivate, with no known method of training. Without it, Ye Bo's strength