Despite everything, Wu Li remained composed.
Just as Shi Ling's armored fist closed in—barely an inch from his chest—his figure abruptly burst into a cloud of bloody mist, scattering in all directions.
Not a moment later, his silhouette silently reformed behind her, wreathed in swirling black-red qi.
His right hand flicked out. Blood and shadow merged around his palm, coiling together like sinew and tendon.
In a flash, a Crimson Dragon Claw condensed exuding sharp killing intent.
With a soft hiss, the claw pierced directly into Shi Ling's back!
Yet—
No blood spilled.
Instead, her body shattered into glimmering motes of yellow light, scattering into the wind before fading.
"An earth double," Elder Qian murmured under his breath, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
Wu Li's pupils narrowed.
Before he could retreat, the ground beneath his feet swelled unnaturally.
Crack!
