"Have I been discovered?"
Li Ling had never expected that he could be detected even while using soul projection.
But he quickly realized that the other party had not truly discovered him, but had sensed his killing intent.
The instant he saw that man inhaling blood essence and refining it with a demonic art, his mind had fluctuated violently, breaking the pure state of his spirit body's operation. He no longer possessed that quality of silent fragrance without tangible substance, like a deity hovering three feet overhead.
Xue Ping and Qiu Qingxuan were both seasoned cultivators. The moment they caught that slight change, their minds and magical treasures reacted.
Boom!
Xue Ping abruptly swung his palm, sending a blood-colored phantom palm print a foot across slamming toward the doorway.
But he soon realized that his attack had struck empty air, without any tangible sensation of hitting something.
"Nothing there. Was it an illusion?"
The two exchanged a glance, confusion rising amid their vigilance.
This was far too abnormal. How could dignified Foundation Establishment cultivators have such a mistaken perception?
Li Ling, meanwhile, was inwardly lamenting his predicament.
The other man's blood palm had carried no power specifically meant to damage souls. Otherwise, that single strike would have grievously injured him on the spot.
Even so, the vibrations traveling through the air had violently shaken his spirit body, inflicting considerable damage.
The Gang Baleful Energy and Dharma Power within it had formed a compound assault. In particular, the intent hidden within, intimately connected to the mind, had given Li Ling the illusion that his entire body was being crushed.
He was injured!
In an instant, everything he perceived was suddenly stained with a blood-red glow. The surrounding scenery became muddled and distorted, and the entire world began rippling like a reflection