Wang Yu felt nothing but liquid where his hand had plunged in, without the slightest trace of bones or organs. His heart lurched. Not good!
The faint shadow's arms and legs suddenly sprang back like leather straps and clamped tightly around Wang Yu. Its limbs seemed immensely tough and powerful, locking together in pairs like a spider's legs. Wang Yu shook his arms, but failed to break free immediately.
The gaping wound in the faint shadow's chest and the blood spraying from it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.
Almost simultaneously, another blood-red streak shot out of the wind wall on the other side. Midflight, it transformed into a long, faint blood shadow, a heavy stench of blood washing over Wang Yu before it even reached him.
Wang Yu's expression changed. With a low shout, the pale golden armor covering his body broke apart, turning into thick golden mist that swept toward the blood shadow.
Pfft!
The long blood shadow slammed straight into the golden-yellow mist. Although it slowed slightly, a strange sizzling sound immediately rose from it, and layers of foul-smelling blue smoke billowed from its surface. It actually forced its way through part of the golden-yellow mist and was about to pounce onto Wang Yu.
Wang Yu's pupils contracted. He abruptly drew a deep breath, his chest swelling, then opened his mouth. Amid a long howl, waves of white sound rolled out, striking the blood shadow at point-blank range.
The hazy blood shadow instantly began twisting and trembling. In moments, its indistinct body became clear and solid amid the shaking, Zhu Wuyan's terrifying face flickering into view, contorted with pain. Yet his newly solidified body was completely different from before. Its surface was covered in wet, sticky liquid, as though he had smeared fresh blood over his entire