"All right, fellow Daoists. Whatever divine abilities you have, use them freely. Now is precisely the time when we should cross the river in the same boat. If we can break this illusory formation, our hopes of escaping this trap will increase greatly," Master Conghui said, pressing his palms together, his face full of hope.
Everyone looked at one another. In the end, it was the red-haired old man who gave a soft cough and slowly stepped out. "Master is right. At a time like this, we should indeed stand side by side and join hands. Gu recently happened to obtain a talisman. It has no other divine ability, but it is especially effective at breaking illusion-type restrictions..."
"Oh, then this truly is a fortunate coincidence. Since Fellow Daoist Gu has such a treasure, this poor monk and the others will be relying on you," Monk Huicong said with great joy, a hint of a smile involuntarily appearing at the corners of his mouth.
The rest naturally had no words of objection. They all retreated a few steps, clearing space for the casting.
A trace of pride appeared at the corners of the red-haired old man's mouth. With a flick of his sleeve, a talisman flew out, held up by a layer of light, and hovered before his chest.
This talisman was fiery red, refined from the fur of some unknown demonic beast. Its markings were mottled, clearly showing it was quite a high-grade item.
Though none of them recognized it, they could still tell this talisman was anything but ordinary.
The red-haired old man raised both hands, formed a strange hand seal, and spat out obscure, difficult-to-understand incantations. Then he pointed forward with one finger.
Generally speaking, talismans used for offense or defense could be activated instantly. But there