The surrounding mists all rose up at once, and Zhu Bogao immediately lost sight of Zhang Yan's figure before him. Yet he seemed to have long since laid his plans; his expression did not change. He stepped back a few paces, drawing somewhat nearer to the Array Gate, prepared that if anything went awry, he could retreat into it at any time.
Within his body his Mysterious Skill began to turn; a thread of crimson light flared from his eyes, shooting out a hundred zhang, sweeping back and forth across the firmament, intending to pierce through the Cloud Mist. After watching for a while, he still had yet to find the whereabouts. Just then, he suddenly sensed something, turned his head to the side for a glance, and saw a hundred-odd beads of ink-black water flying out from within the mist.
Since they had only just begun to cross hands, he did not yet wish to prematurely expose his own methods. His mind turned once, and he merely raised his forearm, blocking it before his body.
