'If I keep fighting, I'll definitely die.'
Zhao Lin knew he was in a life-or-death crisis. He swung his arm out, executing a Sky-splitting Slash that temporarily forced the two figures back. Then, he grabbed a Concealment Talisman and slapped it with his palm.
BANG! The talisman exploded, releasing a cloud of black smoke.
The Concealment Talisman's power was greatly diminished in the water, only covering an area less than five zhang in radius, but it was enough for Zhao Lin to hide inside.
"A paltry trick. You think you can escape with just this Magic?"
Ji Zhang snorted coldly. He didn't charge into the black mist; his true self and his clone each stood guard on one side.
They would wait for the Magic to wear off, then join forces to kill Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin also knew it was impossible to escape using just the Hidden Escape Skill. He was only doing this to buy time.
