Zuo Qinghui's entire body was enveloped in a layer of golden light, his figure floated lightly and flew towards Yuan Ming, easily breaking through the flames and giant wood illusions ahead.

However, he had just flown a few feet when the scenery before him suddenly blurred, and his figure inexplicably returned to its original place.

A look of astonishment flashed in Zuo Qinghui's eyes. He formed a hand seal in front of his chest, and the golden light around him intensified, making him appear as if he were cast in gold. He transformed into a streak of light and shot in another direction at an astonishing speed.

But as quickly as he went, he returned even faster. Almost the instant he flew out, he found himself back in the same spot.