Daoist Gao scattered the Red Copper Flying Sand in his hand, which instantly transformed into countless fine particles, scattering across the sky.
The Red Copper Flying Sand dispersed shortly after, floating with the wind in all directions—above, below, left, and right—spreading to a range of over a hundred feet in mere moments.
Yet, before it reached Zhang Yan, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping backward, as if he had already sensed its approach.
Though the sand was fine, it was clear to his sharp eyes, leaving no detail unnoticed.
Realizing this was an ill-intentioned attack, Zhang Yan glanced up at the massive black cloud resembling flames descending from above, but he had no intention of fighting head-on.
