At the same time, Yili executed the "Cloud Mist Thirteen Swords", a swordsmanship mysterious and unpredictable, like the ever-changing mist in the mountains.
Her wrist flicked lightly, the sword moves flowing with a blend of real and illusory, ever-changing; sometimes the sword momentum was like a sudden storm, swiftly stabbing out with chilling flashes, terrifying all; other times, the moves were like a gentle breeze, seemingly soft and ethereal, yet hiding deadly attacks, catching people off guard.
In the impenetrable shadow of the staff, Yili moved gracefully, like an agile swallow, darting effortlessly through narrow gaps of wind and shadows, smooth and unimpeded. The fierce wind blew her hair into wild dances around her face, but it couldn't disturb her focus.
