Elder Xu attacked once again. This time, with a new skill.
"Dark Mirage Dance!"
Elder Xu's body blurred like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he seemed to multiply into multiple indistinct figures. Each silhouette moved with eerie grace, weaving through the air in a mesmerizing dance. If there were onlookers, they would have definitely struggled to discern the real Elder Xu amidst multiple figures.
As he approached Ling Xiaolong, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through. The surroundings dimmed, and a chilling sensation enveloped the area. With a swift and almost silent strike, Elder Xu's hand which was wreathed in an otherworldly darkness touched his foe's chest.
Ling Xiaolong stumbled backward, disoriented and momentarily stunned. A deep wound appeared on his chest. Blood flowed out like water. His heart seemed to have been pierced.
