In an instant, Yi Yun circulated his Yuan Qi to its limits. Every inch of his muscles were agitated at high speeds. He could detect the metallic smell of the pearls flying towards him at neck-breaking speed with each breath he took. Yi Yun’s concentration was focused on the pearls. The image of the Seven Frost Metal Blood Balls flying towards him was reflected within his mind.
Yi Yun’s movement and footwork miraculously made a hundred minor changes. To others, it was as if Yi Yun was stepping on a formless water surface, and each step created a wonderful ripple.
Whew!
The seven Frost Metal Blood Balls passed through Yi Yun’s figure. It gave people the impression that they had pierced through Yi Yun’s body!
Ah!?
Many people exclaimed aloud. But the next moment, they clearly realized that none of the blood pearls had hit Yi Yun!
Yi Yun’s movements remained smooth and fluid. The line of shadows he left behind lingered on.
Yi Yun had dodged the chain of seven pearls in a way they could not understand!
“This… How did he… do that?”
Whether it was the sons of the vast wilderness or the Jing state young masters, they were all completely shocked.
Yi Yun’s movement was like magic. His figure seemed to have lost its rigidness, leaving behind a mass of air. So no matter how the Frost Metal Blood Balls attacked, they were shuttling through empty air, not even once hitting Yi Yun!