Chao Zhilin seemed an entirely different man from before.
Watching closely, Shi Chun did not know what spell his opponent was casting, but he could feel a strange ripple stirring unseen around him. With his cultivation, however, he could not perceive it clearly.
His right-eye ability activated at that moment as well. He had intended to use it from the outset, to do everything he could to observe and study the Suyuan Sect's capabilities.
The scene in his right eye instantly transformed, and that illusory world appeared in his vision once more.
Chao Zhilin was a human-shaped mass of whitish mist, shedding strands of white floss all over. Those threads rapidly seeped into the pale blue-green backdrop, while a hazy mass of silvery radiance bobbed and turned at his dantian.
The strands permeating the illusory scene resembled meridians coursing through the pale blue-green substance.
Some rapidly mingled with a patch of that substance in the air directly ahead of Shi Chun, triggering an immediate transformation. The affected area swiftly turned glittering silver, then twisted into a human form-the outline of a man holding a sword.
That outline bore a vague resemblance to Chao Zhilin himself.
Another sword-bearing figure silently took shape in the unseen space to Shi Chun's right. Its blade was already close to touching his body, only about a foot away.
Directly ahead, another sword-bearing figure gleaming with silver light lay concealed beneath the ground, every inch an assassin.
Another mass of silver radiance seemed about to form on Shi Chun's left, but Chao Zhilin's twin-finger mudra wavered slightly, as though he had overexerted his power. This clearly had much to do with his severe injuries. In the end, the gathering radiance on the left dispersed, feeding back into the floss-like white threads spreading through the void.
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