Boom...
After a muffled sound, Zhao Cong's attack finally landed on Lin Fan's body.
"Uh?"
Zhao Cong was stunned because he shockingly discovered that after his attack completely hit Lin Fan, something seemed amiss. However, he couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong at the moment.
"Not good!"
Zhao Cong cried out in his heart in alarm: "Damn it, was that just an illusion left by Lin Fan? Has his real body already left? How could he be so fast?"
During Zhao Cong's moment of astonishment, Lin Fan's figure vanished like smoke.
"Zhao Cong, you're too slow!"
Just then, Lin Fan's voice echoed in the surrounding void.
"Take this palm strike!"
Sudden palm wind appeared behind Zhao Cong, heading towards his back.
Zhao Cong immediately sensed boundless danger.
Fortunately, Zhao Cong had a very powerful movement technique, narrowly dodging Lin Fan's attack under the perilous situation.
Afterward, Lin Fan's figure gradually appeared not far away.
"How could this be possible?"
