"Get out of my way!"
Without hesitation, Lei Yifei swept his right hand, and the Ink-Colored Spear appeared. He thrust it forward abruptly, as though piercing through space. Despite the dozen-odd zhang between them, its razor-sharp tip appeared directly behind Qin Hao.
An incredibly fierce aura enveloped Qin Hao.
"Hmm? Losing your temper already?"
Qin Hao raised an eyebrow and sneered.
A powerful gale swept toward him, carrying that fierce aura.
Lei Yifei's thrust has tremendous momentum. Its power is no weaker than perfection sword force, but the gale it creates is ferocious too.
An idea stirred in Qin Hao's mind, and a smile touched his lips. He unleashed his wind force to its fullest. The stronger the wind, the greater the boost to my wind force. Let's see just how fast I can move by combining it with my physical strength.
He acted on the thought immediately. Faint golden light radiated from his body as wind force gathered around his feet.
Whoosh!
Pfft!
The space directly ahead of Qin Hao seemed to distort, forming overlapping spatial ripples.
Almost simultaneously, the terrifying spear tip pierced Qin Hao's chest.
By then, all the essence mystic stones in the other directions had been snatched up, and everyone's eyes were on Qin Hao and Lei Yifei.
At that sight, many people's gazes froze.
"Qin Hao!"
"Qin Hao, watch out!"
Dong Fei and Zhu Jingming were horrified.
But the next moment, everyone froze in surprise. The Qin Hao pierced by the spear tip suddenly turned insubstantial, then slowly vanished.
An afterimage!
Everyone's gaze sharpened slightly at the sight.
"He distorted space and left an afterimage. What incredible movement speed."
Tuoba Xin's expression grew grave.
Yue Zhou, Shi Yongbo, and the others looked equally solemn. Shi Yongbo's brows knitted tightly, his face filled with shock