Two Wind Blades grazed past Zhang Deming's back.
They carved a long gash across his back.
In that brief moment, the Light Wings on Zhang Deming's heels vibrated at high speed.
Zhang Deming seemingly pushed off the air itself, managing to right his body and dodge the still-pursuing Kongyan. He landed steadily on the ground.
The moment he landed, blood gushed from the wound, staining his back red. It dripped onto the arena floor as the metallic tang of blood filled the air.
The Kongyan smelled the blood in the air, and a predatory glee flashed in its eagle-like eyes.
'It's clear the creature conjured by this arena possesses extremely high Wisdom. It wasn't just some simple manifestation.'
'And to achieve this, the master of this Array must be a Cultivator who started as an Array Cultivator, then specialized in Summoning and Illusion Skills.'
'If this is a trial within some ruins, then the possibilities are numerous.'
