Since they knew there were people lying in ambush nearby, why had he still gone to seize the opportunity now?
Was he not afraid someone would pluck the peaches?
Tang Yuyan had just wanted to warn him when she discovered that Su Yi had already charged toward that Black Mountain. It was too late to stop him.
Whoosh!
Su Yi's figure silently shifted, transforming into countless figures that darted toward the Black Mountain from different directions.
For a moment, it was as spectacular as an army of thousands charging forward all at once.
But then, a horrifying scene unfolded.
The instant Su Yi's countless figures entered the black mist shrouding the mountain, innumerable spatial fissures emerged like countless gaping bloody maws.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Su Yi's figures burst apart like bubbles, dissolving into mist and rain.
Only a small portion reached the Black Mountain, yet they continued to suffer surprise attacks from those strange spatial fissures along the way. Figures kept shattering and vanishing.
The sight made Tang Yuyan and the others' hearts pound wildly, and they could not help breaking into a cold sweat for Su Yi.
Only then did they truly realize that Su Yi had not exaggerated earlier. The black mist covering the mountain really was terrifying beyond measure!
Yet, to everyone's surprise, as Su Yi charged toward the mountainside, the figures he conjured grew ever more numerous. They were like densely packed streams of light and shadow; even when destroyed, new figures swiftly emerged.
"What a marvelous movement technique. It resembles using stones to ask the way—using those clones to charge again and again, testing a path to survival through layer upon layer of deadly tribulations!"
Tang Yuyan was astonished.
She had never expected a Cosmic Realm Immortal to possess such an unfathomable secret art. Even