The Wandering Swordsman Appears

Though he had not heard what Shen Yi said to the Corpse Herder.

The Ghost King, whose cultivation had already been slightly superior, understood Shen Yi's methods the instant he was forcefully controlled.

Shen Yi had spread his Qi Field in advance, permeating the forests and mountains throughout the surrounding area.

Then came silence, not the slightest movement.

Like an invisible spiderweb cast wide, quietly waiting for its prey to walk into it.

Even so, the Ghost King was still horrified.

They had infiltrated the area three days ago to investigate Chen Yu's situation.

Not until tonight, when they learned that Gu Yiran and Song Wen, stationed across Azure Dragon Pool, had accompanied Prince Qin out of camp on an inspection.

They had considered it a perfect chance to strike. With Ghost Bat's speed and movement technique, they would lure Shen Yi out, then the three of them would surround and kill him.

In other words, Shen Yi had spread his Qi Field at least three days ago, waiting to catch them like turtles in a jar.

But how was that possible?

To continuously maintain the Qi Field required an unimaginably profound foundation of soul power. Even an Earth Immortal would likely find it beyond his strength.

Yet Shen Yi had done it.

Not only had he done it, he could still face their joint assault with ease, then crush them in a counterattack.

The Ghost King's thoughts spun frantically. At last, he barely adapted to the disordered four-dimensional senses. Grim ghostly qi suddenly erupted from his body as he forcibly broke free from the invisible restraints within the Qi Field. With a twist of his body, he trailed a string of ghostly afterimages as he darted toward the forest's edge.

Shen Yi's strength had exceeded all expectations.

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