"Red Emperor Blood Crystal!"
Crouching on the ground with only half their heads exposed, Xia Qingyu and Misha’s eyes went wide in astonishment.
He Yan held in his hand not one but three or four dozen Blood Crystals!
These were the most coveted treasures on the Bloody Plateau.
Just one alone could be exchanged for a Transcendent Two-Star equipment, and with just a few, one could cultivate for many years without any worries about resources.
Ji Xinghuo whispered softly.
His electromagnetic induction was silent and passive, an excellent perception skill that he had kept well hidden all along their journey. They were far enough away now, and He Yan surely had not discovered the three of them.
What caught his attention was Huangyan Lan.
Indeed, Huangyan Lan revealed the Blood Demon Bat in the sky, landing a kilometer away from He Yan, with her and her teammates descending to the ground.
Gazing at the five people in the distance, He Yan sneered, "To think you would dare covet the Blood Crystals, not knowing whether you live or die."
He stored the Blood Crystals back into the beast-skin pouch, securing it properly.
Then, he stamped on the ground forcefully.
The grass by the lakeside burst into the air as He Yan, like an arrow released from a bow, charged towards the five people.
Huangyan Lan and her teammates had already spread out in formation. She stood at the forefront alongside the Martial Artist, with Evil Wind Guest and Shadow Dancer in the middle, and Plant Witch at the rear. Her eyes burned like fire, her body covered in Dragon Scales, wielding a Great Sword without a hint of fear as she faced the oncoming enemy.
The distance between them closed swiftly.
Shadow Dancer loosed the first arrow, aimed straight at He Yan’s throat, but he didn’t even bother to dodge, allowing the arrow to hit him.
A layer of Blood-Drinking Fury Flame formed around his body, acting as a barrier; the arrow shattered into fragments, turning into ash. The massive Qi Blade Evil Wind Guest conjured met the same fate against the flame, unable to penetrate it; the potent poison it carried was ineffective, tickling He Yan at best.
Several arrows failed to pierce through the flames, but He Yan had already closed in to within a hundred meters.
Huangyan Lan let out a loud shout and charged with her sword.
The Martial Artist followed closely behind.
Just as a head-on clash seemed inevitable, He Yan disappeared instantly to appear behind the two, but he didn’t turn to attack them.
He then halted in his tracks, his eyes flashing with a dark light.
the shadows beneath the feet of Huangyan Lan’s group sprang to life. Next to each person, a pitch-black figure rose up, as if made from a dense, dark substance with no facial features, yet with a shape and outline that matched He Yan himself, each holding a War Axe and blade.
"Ghostly Reflection!"
Watching from a distance, Ji Xinghuo felt a chill at the sight, and Xia Qingyu couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.
Ghostly Reflection was a Transcendent Ability, exceedingly rare; it could condense a reflection with half the strength of the caster behind every target within range, an extraordinary ability for group battles.
The person who cast Ghostly Reflection could also switch places with any of the reflections.
Moving like a shadow, elusive as a ghost.
This was one of the abilities that both "Evil Spirit" and "Shadow Blade" longed for.
Unexpectedly, He Yan, a Highlander Blood Warrior accustomed to frontal combat, had successfully fused with such a strange Alien Species.
Huangyan Lan’s group was caught off guard.
Even if the reflections had only half of He Yan’s strength, they were still tremendously frightening, leaving them scrambling to fend off the enemy’s shadows at close quarters.
Several screams ensued.
Apart from Huangyan Lan, her four teammates were no match at all.
The Martial Artist, Evil Wind Guest, and Plant Witch were slain by their reflections almost instantly, unable to mount any resistance. Shadow Dancer managed to delay for a few seconds with agile movements but was soon caught and chopped to pieces.
As each target died, the Ghostly Reflections disappeared as well.
Only Huangyan Lan drove back her reflection.
But before she could catch her breath, He Yan instantly returned behind her, and amidst manic laughter, his bleeding War Axe swept up a scorching Blood Flame as it cleaved towards her neck.