One finger jab, and all was peaceful in an instant.
Hong Yuan drifted down, studying the ghostlike assassin from Ghost Fan Tower with interest.
The forest was deep and dark, without a glimmer of light. But even before his recent transformation, his [Clear Eyes Through the Nether] talent had allowed him to see at night as clearly as by day.
An ordinary male face came into view, looking about thirty years old.
Hong Yuan examined him carefully for a moment. Something about that face felt odd, like someone in a short video with the beauty filter turned up too high.
A strand of condensed force shot from his fingertip. With a hiss, it cut a long, narrow slit across the man's face, yet no blood seeped out.
The feedback from his force revealed a slight resistance, and also confirmed one thing.
The face was genuine. He wasn't wearing a human-skin mask or anything of the sort.
Then Hong Yuan's gaze sharpened. The man's facial contours gradually blurred, and a faint ripple spread along his skin, enveloping his entire body.
The man wore tight black clothing, but as that ripple spread, the surrounding light seemed to be drawn toward his skin. Even the color of his clothes gradually blended into the dry branches, fallen leaves, and darkness around him.
Hong Yuan watched. The man hadn't truly become invisible or transparent. Rather, his skin possessed an ability to sense or distort light and thereby mimic his surroundings.
"A chameleon? And it's a passive effect?"
Within Hong Yuan's Net Perception, the man remained unconscious, yet he had swiftly concealed himself after his face was injured.
"Pure sorcery, or an Astral Body?"
Hong Yuan considered briefly and decided an Astral Body was more likely.
In martial skill, this man was only on Qinglingzi's level,