A chilling sense of crisis struck from behind, and Zhou Qing instinctively sidestepped to dodge.
A streak of golden light flew past his ear, crashing into the ground and creating a bottomless chasm.
Looking up, he saw that Master Yuheng had appeared in the sky at a height of a hundred yards, surrounded by countless golden threads.
These threads twisted like living creatures, each radiating an eerie rune glow.
Moreover, they sketched out a fragmented mirror surface in the air, vaguely conveying the breath of cosmic origin between the flowing runes.
What made Zhou Qing's hair stand on end was that in the center of the distant battlefield, the one Cao Zhengyang and others were besieging was also Master Yuheng!
The aura of the two figures was identical, with the one on the left engaged in fierce combat with Cao Zhengyang.
The one on the right looked down from above, a creepy grin hanging from the corner of his mouth.
