Zuo Qinghui was enveloped in a layer of golden light, his form light and floating as he flew towards Yuan Ming's direction, easily breaking through the illusory shadows of flames and giant trees made of spirit light.
However, he had barely flown a few dozen feet when the environment before his eyes blurred, and his figure inexplicably returned to its original place.
A trace of astonishment flickered in Zuo Qinghui's eyes. With a single hand making a quick gesture before his chest, his body immediately shone brightly with golden light, turning into a stream of light that shot out towards another direction, his speed astonishingly fast.
But as quickly as he left, he returned even faster. Almost the moment after he flew out, he blurred before coming back to where he started.
