Cold Tide Sweeps Sand—in that instant, the mist transformed into hundreds of fine spear shadows, as dense as sand and grit swept up by the wind, pouring down upon Li Bufan from every direction at once.
At that moment, Li Bufan's blood and qi exploded fiercely within him. The Dragon-Tiger Golden Body Art surged at full force, and phantom crimson dragons and black tigers roared out from his body. The sound of dragon roars and tiger howls shook the surrounding mist into churning dispersal, blocking every one of those dense spear shadows outside his body.
His blood and qi rose like beacon smoke into the sky, forcibly blasting a clear patch through the white mist shrouding him. In the brief opening created by that surge of blood and qi, his divine sense finally locked onto Ma Yunpei's trail within the mist.
Without any hesitation, he rapidly formed seals before his chest. Golden light gathered in his palms, taking shape as a golden longbow and eighteen golden arrows.
"Arrow formation, go."
The eighteen long arrows of golden light shot from the bow at once, tearing through the mist with sharp cutting intent as they streaked toward Ma Yunpei's position like a golden rainstorm.
Yet just before those arrows could strike their target, Ma Yunpei's figure suddenly turned illusory. Like a reflection in water scattered by the wind, he split in two amid the mist, becoming two nearly identical figures that drifted off in different directions.
Mist-Shadow Doppelganger.
Each doppelganger held an icy-blue spear, closing in on Li Bufan from the left and right. Identical chilling gleams condensed at their spearheads, making it impossible to tell truth from falsehood.
Li Bufan did not bother determining which figure was the true body and which was an illusion. In that instant, his body made