As Ye Moran dodged, he sensed his crimson thread pierce straight through the masked black-clad man's head, only to burst out from the other side in an instant.
This left him stunned. Why had the other party offered no defense at all? Could his senses have been wrong even under such circumstances?
He personally controlled the crimson thread. He had clearly sensed that it was not an afterimage, but living flesh and blood.
Alarmed, Ye Moran found the masked black-clad man even stranger. Was the man about to use some secret technique? Under such extreme vigilance, sweat broke out across Ye Moran's back.
He could not even tell whether the body the other party had left in place was real or fake. At that very moment, another strand of his Divine Sense swept over the other masked black-clad man.
After activating the dharma conch to attack him, that man had rapidly retreated, then suddenly launched an attack toward empty space off to one side.
That action made Ye Moran feel even more that something was profoundly amiss. What method were these two using to kill him? Why were their attacks going in completely opposite directions from his position?
That was because Li Yan had moved too quickly. Only the masked black-clad man being attacked had sensed the strike that had instantly reached his side.
The behavior of those two masked black-clad men filled Ye Moran with nothing but dread and unease, every movement reeking of mystery and deceit. But his thoughts went no further.
Because in the next moment, while he was still falling and desperately probing the surrounding strangeness, he saw through his Divine Sense a scene he would be unable to forget for a long time to come.
A figure abruptly appeared behind the masked black-clad man attacking