The branches relentlessly pursued, leaving streaks of afterimages in their wake, shattering one after another. Yet, they never managed to catch Qin Sang.0

Qin Sang’s movements were elusive, propelled by the power of the Thousand-Transformation Divine Sound, his speed astonishing. Initially, his steps were somewhat chaotic, as if he struggled to control the sudden surge in velocity. On several occasions, he was almost ensnared by the branches.0

However, as time passed, his movements grew steadier. A closer look would reveal that the rhythm of his actions aligned perfectly with the shifting branches. Every time they attempted to encircle him, it was as though he had anticipated their moves, dodging in advance.0

The afterimages multiplied, resembling countless clones of Qin Sang. The branches, swinging ever more wildly, gradually lost...0