The air twisted.
Wang Teng appeared three meters away from his original position.
"How's that possible!
"What footwork is this?"
An evil clansman holding a bow some distance away was in disbelief. His expression was ugly.
He was a blue-gowned guardian-level warrior in the Zhenli Clan and had reached the 8-star soldier level. This was a sneak attack, but he still didn't manage to kill Wang Teng.
Martial warriors below the general stage had limited sensitivity to the movement of space. Also, they were a long distance apart, and Wang Teng had only used his space talent within a small range. Thus, the 8-star soldier-level martial warrior couldn't sense anything even though his level was higher.
He thought that Wang Teng had executed some strange footwork and evaded the arrow at a speed he couldn't catch with his naked eyes.