Boom!
Almost the instant Emperor Cang's avatar took one wrong step and fell into Northern Feng Mountain, Patriarch Tingyou on the other side seized the moment to close the passage gate.
Before Emperor Cang's avatar could steady himself, silver figures appeared all around him, each bearing Lu Yang's face and aura. There were hundreds upon thousands of them, too many to count at a glance. Above them loomed the majestic [Northern Exorcism Institute], and all of them charged in to kill him.
[Floating Light Realm Sea Great Immortal Art].
Emperor Cang's clone frowned deeply. A gleam flashed above his head, revealing an azure-green treasure pearl. As it shifted, it unleashed a resplendent beam of Dharma light.
The Dharma light swept across them, sending several Avatars flying on the spot.
Yet to his disbelief, those silver figures had merely been knocked away and suffered minor injuries. Clearly, they had not lost their ability to fight.
How is that possible?
This pearl of his was no ordinary object. It was a treasure he had painstakingly refined, capable of fixing and extinguishing Images. When it struck, both man and spell would usually shatter.
Yet these silver figures had endured it.
That meant these light figures were certainly no simple dharma power Avatars. They truly possessed flesh and blood, foundations, and were genuine external incarnations.
But the question was:
How many are there?
A thousand? Ten thousand? Even at the farthest edge of his vision, more figures were constantly splitting apart. Countless silhouettes had nearly piled into a vast ocean of silver light.
At the sight, Emperor Cang's avatar shuddered inwardly.
What kind of spell is this? I know nothing of it. If I can't break it, forget anything else—even if they just blow these things up, I'll lose my life!
Even so, he