As soon as the words were spoken, the green tunneling light spun several more times, then darted behind a distant peak and vanished completely out of sight.
Zhang Yan gazed for a moment and raised his hand before him, furrowing his brows slightly.
When he dispersed the green Xuan Guang earlier, he felt as though thousands of needles pierced between his palm and fingers. Initially, there was a faint numbing itch, but it quickly became almost imperceptible.
He raised his other hand and swiped across his arm, creating a wound with turned-up flesh. Then, with a flick of his Mysterious Skill, two strands of green energy, like living creatures and roughly finger-length, were forced out. Clenching his fist, the wound instantly healed as if it had never existed.
He could sense that this object, once inside the body, slowly devoured blood and Essence. Had he not promptly detected it, it would have turned into a grave affliction over time.
