In these waters, two attacks suddenly shot out from the center of the vortex at tremendous speed.
The instant Yi Yang sensed their power, his body tensed to its limit.
His right hand was already pressed against Tiger Roar's hilt, his toes gathering strength for an explosive burst.
But he did not act rashly.
It was not fear that slowed him. Yi Yang had made his judgment one breath before the attacks arrived.
These two attacks, imbued with True Astral Force, were not aimed at him.
Just as Yi Yang had expected, the two attacks collided seven or eight zhang above him.
Bang!
A muffled boom spread through the water.
The powerful attacks tore open a vacuum three zhang across, sending shattered streams of water blasting in every direction.
The shock wave flipped over the shriveled corpses nearby.
Yi Yang made his choice before the shock wave reached him.
He drove his Concealed Breath Formless Art to its fullest, suppressing his aura to a level similar to the corpses'.
Then Yi Yang slid along the rocky bottom and burrowed into the layers of piled corpses.
He pulled a dried corpse wearing the Shallow Water Gang's indigo, subtly patterned clothing over himself, then placed a rogue cultivator's remains to his left for cover.
Just like that, Yi Yang lay motionless in the corpse pile.
Following the collision of the two attacks, two figures darted out from the depths of the vortex.
A man and a woman, both wearing dark gray Daoist robes embroidered with a silver flying sword on the back-the emblem of the Profound Sword Pavilion, one of the major powers around Suining Prefecture's Prefectural City.
The man looked to be in his thirties and had an old scar on his face. His aura was at the true astral realm,