The moment Mo Zhiyi loosed his third arrow, Zhaang Ye's eyes widened in focus.
Mo Zhiyi's third arrow was wreathed in a hazy white light. This shimmering light made it seem, at first glance, to be moving very, very slowly.
But Zhaang Ye knew this was merely an illusion. The arrow Mo Zhiyi had shot was no slower than the previous two. The reason it felt slow was that the light on its shaft created a visual aftereffect, making the arrow appear to move at a crawl.
If he truly believed it was flying slowly, an arrow would be piercing his heart in the next instant!
'The light on this arrow doesn't just create an illusion. It likely has other effects too!' As the thought flashed through Zhaang Ye's mind, his body suddenly spun like a tornado. His heavy saber carved out a profound realm, swinging at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
