At this time, there were at least seven or eight Yings trailing behind Yan Yu and Li Minghu. They spread their wide sleeves as if they were kites gliding in the air, continuously firing dense Black Wind Sand Scrolls.
Simultaneously being attacked by seven or eight Hua Fu Stage ghostly creatures, even with Yan Yu's exceptional Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step, he was forced to use it to its full potential, constantly making abrupt movements up, down, left, and right in his running path, immediately changing direction with every step to dodge all the biting attacks locked onto his back, barely escaping each time by the skin of his teeth.
Such exquisite and carefree movement technique did indeed possess a graceful beauty reminiscent of flowing clouds and water, but if one were to experience it from his first-person perspective, the incessant high-frequency acceleration changes would be enough to make one vomit.