Once he had left the familiar faces behind—especially Fang Yishu's psychic scanning range—Li Yun's entire figure quickly became "blurred."
—From a tangible person, he turned into an illusory black shadow.
Invisible electromagnetic signals wrapped around him, creating a special kind of "invisibility" against radar scans. Along with further blurring in optical vision, even his presence faded away.
Having nearly erased every trace of himself, he was less running across the treetops than gliding through the low air.
—The next instant, he truly shot into the sky.
Formless psychic fluctuations became real propulsion, carrying his slight body into the air and vanishing into the heights. "Hm?"
Among the group packing up and preparing to leave, Fang Yishu abruptly turned her head and gazed into the distance.
"What is it, Little Fang?"
Old Li, who was tying the harvested tiger hide around his waist as a makeshift "bag," looked puzzled, but he received only an uncertain answer.
"I think I sensed something just now—maybe traces of psychic power?"
Clearly, even the girl herself could not say for sure what she had vaguely noticed.
—But none of that had much to do with Li Yun.
Surging psychic power was like an invisible tide, controlling every current of air around him. It even gave off a subtle illusion, as though every speck of dust was responding to that single commanding will.
—Or perhaps it was not an illusion.
His entire body seemed to have "merged" into the air. Amid the roaring wind, his usual flat awareness of front, back, left, and right had shifted into a three-dimensional mode of movement through the sky.
Li Yun said nothing, letting the wind howl past his ears and the landscape around him swiftly blur and retreat like a strip of film racing by.
It was rather strange.