Kratos' confidence was exuberantly infectious, pulsating throughout Wei Wuyin's body, veins, and heart. It invigorated him with a sense of incredible freedom, influencing his Sea of Consciousness, and he truly felt, for the very first time, that Kratos' words weren't just exaggerated nonsense.
Alarmed by this sensational feeling, Wei Wuyin turned to his flesh and blood beating heart that housed Kratos' Astral Form, seeing a distinguishable silhouette darting about within a grey cloud. The cloud contained a formless presence of space as if it existed on a different plane of existence.
"Are you certain?" Wei Wuyin had roughly 80% certainty of taking Wu Yu out if he could leave, but that all hinged on being able to leave the Earth-Sky-Heaven Mystic Array's restrictions on space. Unfamiliar with the aspects of the array, he could only plot an attempt.