The swirling sickle whooshed past Yi Lin's neck as if it were tearing through a sheet of paper.
Yi Lin stood with his eyes wide and mouth agape, motionless.
A trace of fatigue flashed across Yu Meng's eyes.
Still, she let out a sigh of relief and began to smile with pleasure.
But in the next instant,
Before Yu Meng's smile could fully blossom, the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered rang out from behind her head.
"Maybe you're right, but what of it?"
Bang!
With that sound behind her, the "Yi Lin" whose neck had been cut by the sickle shattered into countless pieces like glass and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It was fake!
When did this happen?
Yu Meng's smiling face froze, but she reacted incredibly quickly. Almost the moment she realized the distant Yi Lin was an "illusion," Yu Meng didn't hesitate to unleash a high-density shockwave at full power from her position, hoping to blast the real Yi Lin away from behind her.
Afterimage Magic!