Zoosh! Zoosh! Zoosh!
The earth below his feet elevated, becoming a mound of earth before sharp, grey-colored conical spikes erupted from it. They were extremely swift and sharp, with the thickness of a large oak tree.
Wei Wuyin's silver eyes focused, retreating with small steps that took him several meters away with each. The spikes ascended into the sky like a heaven piercing lance, several coming extremely close to touching his clothes. He was like a shifting ghost as he lightly dodged each spike.
Wherever he stopped for a mere moment, a spike would shoot out from the grey-colored earth with lethal killing intent threatening to puncture him dead. Wei Wuyin twisted and turned his body with powerfully fierce movements. The spikes were forming faster and faster with each passing second, even attempting to predict his movements.
