'What kind of Body Technique is this?'
'Instant Teleportation?!'
'No, this doesn't fall into the category of any known Body Technique!'
Before he could recover from his shock, Han Feng, who was standing by the sand table, vanished into thin air once more.
This time, he had vanished completely, even from his Perception.
His aura, any sound, the fluctuations of his Divine Soul... everything seemed to have been utterly erased from the world by an invisible hand.
Ye Jinghong frantically swept the entire tent with his immense Power of Divine Soul, which was comparable to a Tier Four Grandmaster's, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean—not a single trace could be found.
'He's just... gone?'
'Vanished from the face of the earth?'
Just as Ye Jinghong's mind reeled and he began to think he was hallucinating, that familiar voice leisurely sounded from its original position.
"Now, what do you think the odds are?"
Ye Jinghong spun around.
