Zhao Yin's hands were a blur as they moved through a series of intricate gestures, each one sealing his aura deeper into a state of inexistence.
He could feel the weight of the approaching beasts, their presence was a constant pressure at the back of his mind, like a guillotine to his neck.
With swift movements, he began setting up formation flags, each one imbued with a specific rune that glowed faintly in the dim light of the forest clearing.
He rapidly made his spiritual sense weaving through the space, connecting each flag into a master formation that would mask his aura, breath, and soul signature.
His dark qi swirled around him like an oppressive cloak, pushing back against the encroaching presence of the Stormwing Shadow Leopard and its deadly companions.
Each formation flag hummed softly, resonating with a deep, ancient power. It would take only a few more moments for the formation to be complete.
