Yan Chuan rapidly shuttled between phantoms, his figure ghostly.
High Rank Divine Generals were bewildered by the myriad phantoms from all directions.
Seizing the moment of chaos, Yan Chuan suddenly emerged from the phantoms, True Qi converging at his fingertips, a light touch to strike the vital points of each High Rank Divine General, saving them from death, cold sweat dripping!
Terrifying!
Truly terrifying!
Yan Chuan only aimed to frighten, channeling True Qi into his feet, he began rapid maneuvers around the High Rank Divine Generals.
Circle!
Circle around!
Circle and circle!
His speed was astonishing, leaving behind streaks of light with every move.
These streaks resembled sunlight filtering through leaves, beautiful yet deadly.
"This kind of thing!"
Surrounded by the streaks of light, High Rank Divine Generals tried to match Yan Chuan's speed, but their vision was dizzy from the shimmering streaks.
