The blood mist seemed to have life, contracting and expanding like a heart.
"Substitute"
Lin Feng instantly swapped places with Yun Tianqi.
"Boom."
Deafening blasts resounded, and the blood mist dispersed, with Lin Feng's figure already vanished.
Alfonso held a piece of blood-stained azure Dragon Scale, looking toward Lin Feng who was escaping.
Accompanying his gaze was the Ghost-faced Bat King floating in mid-air.
An Extraordinary Powerhouse, not only can life soul detach from the body but can also simultaneously release soul skills with it.
At this moment, Lin Feng was stiff on the spot, his body visibly darkening.
The black substances seemed like a parasite, crawling from his thigh up to his arm, and his body gradually became rigid.
"You sly dog, not only is your soul skill bizarre, you can even perform illusion techniques."
Lin Feng knew that he had fallen into an illusion.
Who would have thought that Alfonso could perform illusion techniques?
