At that moment, Gilan could clearly see the outline of a figure in his vision, highlighted in green.
A yellow highlighted box also surrounded the outline, sticking to it as it moved.
Although Gilan had no idea which layer of space Bellman, the "Gentleman of Lingering Breath," had hidden himself in, with the Origin Rank ability "Aim Assist," every move the other party made would be caught by him. There was nowhere to hide.
This is basically a wallhack. What are you going to use to fight me?!
Gilan secretly chuckled.
Shing!
He drew the Philosopher's Sword from his waist and, without another word, slashed at the yellow box.
A dazzling silver sword-light tore through space, forcefully carving a long, deep rift into the air before him.
As though slicing through the peel of a citrus fruit and causing juice to spray out, dense gray mist spilled from the space Gilan had cleaved open.
With a cry of alarm, the gentleman in the gray formal suit staggered out in a sorry state.
Bellman darted several times, putting distance between himself and the Red Sage before fleeing several hundred meters away. Looking down, he saw that a gash had been cut beneath the ribs of his suit, blood flowing freely from it.
He raised his head with lingering fear, his eyes filled with disbelief.
As an Rank 8 "Epic" of the October White Dove Poet pathway, he had once personally received the power of a chapter from the Spirit King, allowing him to stroll through space by means of gray mist... No matter how sharp the other party's senses were, he should not have been able to detect things in another layer of space!
How had the Red Sage discovered him?!
Bellman felt that something was increasingly wrong.
Because the other