It was an afterimage. The person who was so fast that the afterimage stopped where he was had actually disappeared.
Just as this thought appeared, the feeling of danger swept through his heart again.
From a tricky angle, the sound of air being torn apart could be heard.
Xu Bai didn't even need to turn his head to look to know what it was.
Without another word, he once again used Breaking Four Transformations and dodged in another direction.
However, that black spear was like a maggot attached to the bone, following like a shadow. It was continuous and had terrifying power.
Now, he finally understood how Wang Fu had felt at the start.
This kind of continuous crisis tested a person's psychological quality. After all, if he was not careful, he would end up in a situation where he died.
Especially that jet-black spear. When condensed into a single point, its power could simply be described as earth-shattering.
