The azure little figure that Han Li's Nascent Soul had transformed into suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a terrifying sensation overwhelmed him, like being stared down by a colossal beast in his ordinary mortal days.
Without thinking, the little figure formed a seal with one hand, simultaneously letting out a low shout.
Although the shout didn't seem loud, once it was uttered, the surrounding void shook, and everything abruptly became slow and stagnant.
Taking advantage of this moment, the azure little figure flickered and vanished as a shadow.
In the next instant, the ripples of celestial wind several miles away resonated, and the little figure transformed by Han Li's Nascent Soul flashed into appearance again, intensely gazing at the distant enormous entity.
Separated by such a distance now, he could finally make out the true form of the entity—it was a monstrous dragon head akin to a small mountain!
