The blurred blood-colored figure flew twenty feet away, circled once, then steadied himself again without a scratch. He looked toward Wang Yu with suspicion and surprise.
Wang Yu drew back his fist and foot, equally alarmed as he studied the figure within the hazy bloody light.
What was going on with this fellow's body? Ignoring the Windfire Chant's attacks was one thing, but even my powerful kick passed straight through him, as though he had no physical form at all. Wasn't that a little too outrageous?
Although his punch wrapped in golden sun baleful intent qi had worked, the sensation of striking the other man's face had felt deeply wrong. It had been like punching a thick layer of water, with well over half the force blunted.
Just then, the hazy blood-colored figure, seemingly still unable to believe he had actually been struck, blurred and turned into a faint shadow that lunged at him again.
But Wang Yu swiftly drew a deep breath and gave a low shout. His body abruptly swelled, and with a turn of one hand, the Blue-and-Red Long Saber appeared in his grasp.
He merely flicked his wrist.
At once, sharp hisses sliced through the air. A dense mass of blue-and-red saber shadows appeared before him, then flashed away, sweeping over the blurred blood-colored figure like a great net.
The bloody figure remained completely unharmed. Instead, he blurred and appeared before Wang Yu once more, spreading his arms wide and reaching to seize him in a savage embrace.
Wang Yu's pupils contracted. The long saber vanished from his hand, and both his arms shook.
The next instant, shrill whistles filled the surrounding air. Countless pale golden fist shadows appeared before him and bombarded the bloody figure like a torrential downpour.
Bloody light suddenly blazed from the