The dust- and fog-choked arena was billowing with smoke, obscuring all lines of sight and making it difficult to discern the true state of affairs.
The onlookers had no choice but to project their Spiritual Sense outwardly in an attempt to get a clear look. Even Ye Long was no exception. That ghost-like, unpredictable sword strike just moments ago had simply been far too breathtaking. He was still caught in a state of shock.
At that moment, Wuchi was lying motionlessly on the ground, and the expressions of the crowd inevitably shifted. To strike without a trace and without a warning—this was the most terrifying aspect of it all.
Chapter 271