At the instant that figure gradually solidified, a vast pressure surfaced from its form and swept across this mist-shrouded, unfathomably mysterious space.
This pressure was like a mountain range, surging toward Qin An, making him feel as if he stood within a pitch-black, boundless sea.
And he himself was but a lone skiff upon that ocean, liable to be devoured at any moment by this terrifying pressure, not even a scrap of bone left behind.
"So that's how it is—using a special Secret Technique to draw me here alone, forcing a one-on-one battle. That way you create the perfect chance to kill me. Truly, a fine little scheme you've plotted."
He was no fool; some things only needed a little thought for the other party's intent to become clear.
And it was also obvious that to create this isolated opportunity, the other side had paid a considerable price.
