The Cyan Simurgh Palace and its surroundings were originally a serene place, with towering ancient trees all around, lush and verdant. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of golden light. A gentle breeze brushed by, causing the leaves to rustle softly, occasionally accompanied by a few clear bird calls, like an earthly paradise.
However, at this moment, the place was shrouded in a tense and deadly atmosphere, with a heart-stopping intense battle fiercely unfolding.
"Illusion Technique!" Li Xiaolin shouted lowly, and his form suddenly became blurry, as if countless shadows were flickering around him, making it difficult to tell the real from the false. At this moment, a fierce wind suddenly arose, causing sand and stones to whirl around, shaking the surrounding trees violently.
The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up into the air, wildly spinning around Li Xiaolin's figure, forming a small vortex, further adding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
