The sky filled with Blood Shadows, making it impossible to tell which were real and which were illusions.
Each Blood Shadow carried a boundless ferocity and a reek of blood that soared to the heavens, making one feel as if they were submerged in a Blood Sea, on the verge of suffocation.
The hairs on Bai Zichen's body stood on end. A tangible killing intent, mixed with resentful wails, made him feel as if sharp thorns were pricking his back.
'What a terrifying Cultivation Technique. Any one of these Blood Shadows could solidify and deliver a fatal blow...'
He closed his eyes, his expression as calm as ever. Two streaks of Sword Light pulsed faintly, suspended before him.
Since his eyes couldn't keep up, unable to distinguish illusion from reality, he decided not to use them at all.
His Heart Like a Bright Mirror, he extended his Divine Sense. Every scene within a one-hundred-and-sixty-zhang radius centered on him was reflected in the lake of his mind.
