"It's the Kan Technique!"
"Forget the illusions—take out the Qi State people first!"
The attackers were all masters in their own right and were not thrown off by this sudden change. Before putting their plan into motion, they had already known that the Yuheng Envoy's abilities resembled the Kan Technique. Attacking her had been meant more to hold her down; Ning Wanjun remained their primary target.
But then something astonishing happened.
Ning Wanjun, who had been struck, did not have her face corroded by poison and lose all ability to resist as they had expected. Instead, she gradually took on Chu Pu's appearance as well.
The cries and screams of the surrounding crowd had also stopped at some point.
"What is this?"
All the assassins could not help but freeze.
It was not only Ning Wanjun who was changing. The guards at her side and the spectators in the distance were changing as well—they either vanished or became blurred phantoms, like the Yuheng Envoy reflected in water. At the same time, the light between heaven and earth dimmed, as though a curtain had been drawn over it. The bustling countryside was gone, replaced by empty flagstones and pillars. Even Yongding City's walls had become ordinary stone walls.
The Feathered Garment at their head looked up, only to discover that the sky had become a pitch-black ceiling. The crisscrossing beams plainly told them that they were not outside the East Gate, but inside some palace.
Such an inconceivable turn of events brought their thoughts to a standstill.
They had begun preparing last night and had infiltrated the vicinity of the East Gate early on, surveying the site while plotting their escape routes. The entire process had been continuous, without any gaps in memory. For safety's sake, they had even deliberately left