Almost at the same instant, Wang Yu and the Blood-colored Werewolf sprang up, each conjuring seven or eight afterimages in midair as they lunged at one another. Claw gleams and Fist Shadows collided across the sky.
After several muffled pops, the afterimages on both sides shattered and vanished before they could land.
The instant Wang Yu and the Blood-colored Werewolf landed, they drove hard with their legs and lunged at one another again, trailing strings of afterimages.
Wang Yu's afterimages and the blood shadows conjured by the Blood-colored Werewolf kept appearing and disappearing just above the ground.
For a time, it looked as though more than a dozen people were locked in fierce combat on the enormous arena. Most of the Immortal Cultivators watching from the surrounding stands wore expressions of horror.
It was understandable that Chang Kun's werewolf form possessed a powerful physique. After all, he carried the Snow Wolf Clan's bloodline, and the Demon Race had always been renowned for physical strength. But Wang Yu, a cultivator of the Human Race, had also tempered his body to such a degree. That was far beyond what many had expected.
After all, even among Foundation Establishment Cultivators, those who practiced body-and-magic dual cultivation were exceedingly rare. There were scarcely a few in the entire Green Water Palace.
More importantly, why did Wang Yu's movements look so similar to Chang Kun's?
As they fought, both crouched like wild beasts and moved on all fours, swift as phantoms. Both could also conjure multiple afterimages. Though their movements were not identical, at a glance they bore a seventy- or eighty-percent resemblance.
Could Wang Yu also carry the Snow Wolf Clan's bloodline?
That strange thought flashed through quite a few minds.
"Ha ha! Interesting, truly interesting!"
After another clash in midair, several Blood-colored Wolf