The ground around him sagged as if a giant elephant had stepped on it. The archers’ Techniques lost almost half their speed. However, they were still smiling. Even if Hadjar now had enough time to repel the looping arrow-feather, the other ones would turn him into a porcupine. Hadjar understood this, too. His thoughts raced at an insane speed. He didn’t have time to fight off the guided arrow and dodge the others. And even if he dodged the shower of arrows, he would still be impaled by the looping Technique. There was only one way out.
Grabbing the edges of his dark fog cloak, Hadjar spun on his heels. The cultivators watched in disbelief as their foe was momentarily covered in the black fog. The arrow that had cut through the air was caught by this swirl of black fog. Suddenly, the vorte
