"It disappeared!?"
The man's eyes widened. Investigator Han had never mentioned that Xiao Fang's spear could vanish into thin air.
'Was that how he got injured?' he wondered.
'No matter,' he thought coldly. 'Whatever trick that boy has, it'll be useless against my shield.'
The Heavenly Fate Shield — a relic capable of drawing in any attack directed at its bearer. As long as he was facing it in the general direction of the attack, nothing could harm him.
He steadied himself, bracing for the impact from the spear, but it never came.
Silence.
A chill crawled up his spine.
'Did he miss? Impossible. I could feel it— I was well within his range. So where…?' he thought.
Peering below, his eyes narrowed. Xiao Fang's body was fading — but not into [ Stealth ]. His form was dissolving into a mist of Illusory Qi.
'A clone!? Then the vanishing spear was—'
