At this point, it was already too late to dodge. Besides, the secret art of Divine Sense Attack was astonishingly fast, far surpassing the reaction speed of Foundation Establishment Early Stage; all one could see was a flash of gray light, gone in an instant.
Wang Yu clutched his forehead and gave a muffled groan.
He felt the sky spin and the earth whirl, his mind growing dizzy, as though a layer of fog had covered his eyes. He could barely see clearly.
Divine Sense Attacks struck straight at a person's weakness. Fortunately, the Grand Yin Nether Eye Wang Yu cultivated had indirectly granted him a powerful divine sense. A single Soul Shattering Finger could only leave him dazed for a moment.
Outside the giant Ice Coffin, the Silver Helmeted Soldiers had already gathered. Over a hundred men brandished long sabers, hacking ceaselessly at the icy surface. Judging from the situation, it could last one or two minutes at most.
Luckily, this was a group of body cultivators who practiced special cultivation methods. They had no way to use fire-attribute spells to rapidly melt the ice wall.
Turning his head to look towards the gray-robed old man on the other side, Wang Yu charged over, raising one hand to send out the Golden Blade Whip and lash it forward.
The whip lengthened at flying speed, winding around the ice block the gray-robed old man had transformed into, and pulled it toward Wang Yu. It was truly a mutual rush from both sides.
The old man inside the ice block clearly had not expected Wang Yu to recover so quickly. In his terror, his eyeballs kept rolling.
"Whoosh—"
In midair, the Glass Soul Lantern that had destroyed the nine illusory bodies finally reacted, its entire body wreathed in gray flames as