Yan Bei looked at his left arm. The sword had been aimed at his back. If he had not reacted quickly and turned around, the sword would have pierced his back. Because he had reacted in time, the sword had not pierced him, but had cut across his arm, leaving a wound. The reason why there was no blood was because his body had been mutated. The essence of his blood and flesh had all gathered in his bones. Therefore, there was very little flesh and blood left in his body, so it was impossible for him to bleed.
Yan Bei scanned his surroundings. The thick black fog had already blocked the figures of the people from the sharp sword sect. Even with his mental power, he could not find them. However, Yan Bei knew that they were hiding in the black fog, watching him like a tiger watching its prey. If he was not careful, they would immediately seize the opportunity and attack him. That would be fatal.
