At the same time, a faint flash of light flickered in Han Zhumei's hand, blending into those chaotic spatial fluctuations before vanishing in an instant.
Li Yan sent the Heavy Water Bead flying with one strike, while the Li Fire Mysterious Yellow Fan was already held in his palm.
Just as he was about to attack again, Han Zhumei suddenly turned and showed no intention of prolonging the fight.
As she swiftly wheeled around and shot off at an angle, she drifted from not far away into that vast expanse of wind blades. With another flicker, she vanished into them.
The moment Li Yan saw her figure disappear, he stopped pursuing her. Instead, he charged out through this sole remaining gap as well.
Still flying at high speed, he waved his hand, and the swarms of flying needles vanished. His figure flashed too, disappearing into the dense forest once more.
At the same time, he had made almost the same move as Han Zhumei. As he gathered up the flying needles, a faint fluctuation rose from his hand as well.
That fluctuation likewise flashed and vanished. He concealed it amid the act of retrieving the flying needles, and Han Zhumei did not notice it either.
This exchange had once again ended the moment they touched, yet only the two of them knew the peril within it. Any slightest hesitation would have seen them struck by the other's overwhelming attack.
These attacks were each the strongest strike within their large-scale spells. Once the other party was touched by one, even if they could withstand that wave of attacks—
after losing the chance to hide, the other side likely would not give them any opportunity to follow up.
After a series of explosions, the spreading mist soon revealed a vast open stretch