Baili An reacted quickly, retracting her foot and narrowing her eyes.
In the oppressive dark night, crimson mist spread across the land. Even Baili An's dark vision was greatly obstructed.
With the naked eye alone, it was nearly impossible to discern the surrounding environment.
However, in Baili An's sight, she clearly saw a section of tree branch suddenly break and fall, brushing against the leaves.
During its fall, it seemed to have been sliced by countless invisible sharp objects, silently turning into numerous broken twigs that vanished into the void below.
Divine Sense released.
"Zzzzzz————"
It was like a delicate bowstring tightening to capture sound.
The cold moon blanketed the sand, the heavy clouds scattered shallowly. In the thick mist of the pale moonlight, Baili An "saw" countless fine silver threads intertwined and entangled, forming densely packed webs between the branches.
