Clouds and mist wreathed the mountains and countless ravines.
A wisp of cloud suddenly streamed downward into a mist-shrouded gorge below, where a figure faintly emerged.
It was Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan raised a hand and spread his fingers. A vortex swirled in his palm, churning the mist within a hundred yards. In the blink of an eye, it flowed into his hand and condensed into a gray sphere the size of a pellet.
With a gentle flick, the gray sphere hissed into the distant woods.
The surroundings cleared at once.
Only then did Hong Yuan drop Yu Linfeng, whom he had been carrying in his other hand, onto the ground. His body was broken, his eyes ash-gray, and an air of death hung over him.
Hong Yuan lightly pointed a finger. A warm, gentle current surged from his fingertip and flowed into Yu Linfeng's body with astonishing speed.
Color visibly returned to Yu Linfeng's withered face, and his dying body seemed to regain some vitality.
Only his eyes remained motionless, like those of a dead fish.
Hong Yuan chuckled. "Divine Sword Linfeng, Mister Yu the Great-"
As though he had heard nothing, Yu Linfeng stared at the sky with lifeless eyes. Only when he felt the vitality within him growing stronger did a bitter smile slip onto his face.
"Before you, I cannot even seek death. What does my trifling skill amount to? How could I dare claim the name Divine Sword? You-" His eyes shifted, then suddenly stopped.
His gaze had landed on Hong Yuan's face.
Hong Yuan had already restored his original appearance.
Yu Linfeng's pupils widened slightly. Staring at Hong Yuan's face, he sighed. "So that's how it is. Is this your true appearance?
"I believe I've seen a portrait of this face-Divine Prison Spear Lord,