Li Yan did not know what those things he saw were. They looked like strands of silk thread, crisscrossing and filling the entire tent. Only the spot where Yin Kongjin sat seemed to be free of them.
Those thread-like things were completely transparent. Even with his eyes infused with spiritual power, and despite straining to look from such a low crawling angle, Li Yan could only make out extremely faint shadows.
Only by observing the direction in which the wild grass on the ground grew—its blades unnaturally bent and skewed by the threads stretched and tangled close to the earth—had Li Yan managed to identify them.
This discovery greatly alarmed Li Yan. Those things could not even be detected by Divine Sense. His Divine Sense was immensely powerful, comparable to that of a Fusion Realm cultivator.
At the same time, even with the eyes he had cultivated at the Void Refinement Realm infused with immense spiritual power, they had been nearly impossible to detect from above.
Only from a particular angle, combined with the direction in which the grass blades extended, could he discern that something was amiss...
This finally let Li Yan understand Yin Kongjin's methods. No wonder the other man had not set up an array, nor had he used deadly poison like Fang Xianhu. He had instead employed such an unknown method.
Li Yan did not know what kind of harm these threads could inflict upon cultivators, but Yin Kongjin's experience in battling enemies was undoubtedly extraordinarily rich.
When Shuang Qingqing had introduced this man, she had said that he was exceptionally adept at exploiting favorable timing and terrain, and that his methods were tricky and insidious...
Flying was forbidden within this military camp. Thus, if someone broke into this central command tent in hopes of delivering