Five or six icicles stabbed swiftly out from the ice wall, stringing the man into a bloody gourd in the blink of an eye.
Here, this was his home field!
The Ice Coffin Cage, shaped by expending more than half his spiritual power, naturally did not only stop them from escaping; it also gave Wang Yu's strength no small boost.
"Old Jiu!"
The Bearded Man instantly glared over viciously. Two streaks of spiritual light flew from his waist and landed in his hands; they were actually a pair of Golden Hammers the size of heads.
Judging by his build, he might have cultivated some secret body-refining technique or cultivation method. He charged over, leading from the front.
The others also formed hand seals and spiritual imprints one after another, and spell techniques of the five elements surged toward him in waves—fireballs, earth spikes, water arrows, wooden vines, golden blades...
This group's attributes were quite complicated.
Wang Yu tapped the ice repeatedly with the tips of his toes, swiftly dragging out afterimages one after another. With the profundity of Illusionary Steps, he dodged a large number of spell technique attacks, then his figure shuddered and split out ten illusory bodies.
They stood separately in every direction, hand seals shifting.
Ice Sword Technique Hair Needle!
As the first perfected spell technique he had mastered since stepping onto the Cultivation Path, even if it was only of middle-grade rank, Wang Yu had long since used it with miraculous skill.
From the earliest ten swords, to transforming them into a hundred small swords, then fusing them into one and transforming them into a three-zhang giant sword, now he once again pushed out the old and brought forth the new, transforming them into countless ice-crystal fine needles like ox hairs.
The ten illusory bodies once