"The utmost… Lan Qie…"
Lu Nanjin stared blankly at the flowing wind in front of her, the formless, shapeless wind that seemed to gain a physical form, turning into the spread feathers of a sparrow. This was something she had never imagined… Could Lan Qie actually be used to such an extent?
Gu Nanfeng sheathed his sword and stood firm.
"What?!"
Seeing his own Iron Rain shatter against the wooden sword screen, Tie Wu's expression darkened. He asked somewhat anxiously, "Old Qin… where is your 'Xumi'? Why didn't you use it just now?"
Next to him, a tall and thin figure in a trench coat slowly emerged from the darkness of the night.
"…"
Qin Ye remained silent.
He just coldly stared at the young man draped in an ancient cloak.
Xumi could extend the distance between materials.
But… Qin Ye had his own limits.
When the speed of a target within his domain was too fast, so fast that even his spiritual power couldn't lock on, then Xumi couldn't restrict the opponent's movements.