At the same time, the white shadow disappeared.
"This..."
"This is not a body skill..."
"But a sudden disappearance!"
Li Yuan's pupils contracted tightly, and he felt his whole body shiver as a chill surged over his scalp. Blood surged to form a blood shirt around him, and the shadow blood inside him began to churn back and forth, as he clutched the ancestral long blade in his hands.
In the next instant, Li Yuan felt a chill on his neck, as a hand clasped around it, squeezing sharply.
Li Yuan was already prepared; the blood shirt surfaced, gathering at his neck. Then, with a flick of the long blade in his hand, its sound was incredibly sharp, yet it encountered no resistance...
This indicated that behind Li Yuan, either there was no one, or...it was a transparent person...
Crack...crack, crack, crack...
The blood shirt on Li Yuan's neck shattered rapidly.
