At the same time, nine blood moons appeared in the sky, their moonlight like blades, slicing his skin.
"Nine Netherworld, Soul Capturing and Lore?"
Ye Qingzhou finally revealed a trace of surprise: "I didn't expect you to evolve the Power of Mental Imagery to this extent, it seems you're determined to hold me back."
He took a deep breath, beckoned with his right hand, and Dragon Abyss steadily landed in his palm.
In that very instant, Ye Qingzhou suddenly felt a strange sensation—not an illusion brought by Illusion Technique, but a real killing intent!
"One east, one west, two strands of killing intent!"
"The most lethal threat comes from the west!"
Though the threat from behind is close, Ye Qingzhou did not mind it; what made him sense danger was the attack from the west side, he couldn't even lock onto the opponent's position: "To escape my Sword Heart Reflection means the distance exceeds eight hundred miles."
