"Thud! Thud!" Two muffled impacts rang out.
A transparent film of air shimmered over Wang Yu's ankles.
The tremendous force pouring from the two black hands struck it, merely sending ripples across its surface. Then the force rebounded with a crash, flinging all ten fingers apart.
The two black hands immediately began retracting underground.
Almost simultaneously, Wang Yu abruptly raised one foot and stamped down like lightning, pinning one black hand firmly in place.
Several sharp cracks rang out as all five fingers of the black hand shattered beneath his foot.
Yet the sound sent a chill through Wang Yu's heart. He suddenly shook his sleeve, producing a Blue-and-Red Long Saber, and slashed viciously at the nearby ground without hesitation.
A brilliant blue-and-red arc of saber light, over ten feet long, swept out and slammed into the ground nearby.
A tremendous crash rang out.
A deep trench appeared in the ground. Just then, a pale yellow figure shot out of the earth from another direction, raised a hand, and scattered a dozen or so yellow, bean-sized objects toward Wang Yu.
Without a second thought, Wang Yu blurred the long saber in his hand, sending out a swath of saber shadows that swept up every yellow bean.
A string of muffled explosions erupted amid the saber shadows. Clouds of yellow mist billowed out, instantly shrouding an area several dozen feet across so densely that neither wind nor rain could penetrate it.
Wang Yu snorted and turned over his other hand, producing a Silver Folding Fan. With a single sweep forward, he whipped up roaring winds and swirling sand.
Yet the yellow mist remained utterly unmoved in the gale, as though it had taken root.
Just as Wang Yu paused in surprise, a glint flashed behind him. A slender, eerily green sword