My ghost hands had not been swept away by his horsetail whisk. They merely wavered once before immediately expanding to more than twice their size, reaching toward the old man and the burly man together!
In his panic, the old man hurriedly threw out the horsetail whisk. It instantly transformed into countless black threads, which spread across the sky with a bang, weaving into a net before descending over the ghost hands and us!
Several peak masters and the Great Elder promptly fled with their heads in their hands, but I stood there with complete confidence. Just as the net covered the ghost hands, it suddenly could not advance another inch. My ghost hands had quickly multiplied into ten, then dozens, and within the blink of an eye, hundreds, bracing the entire net so it could not move forward at all!
Only then did Tian Tao stop, his face filled with shock and embarrassment. After all, the opposing side's lineup of sect masters was terrifying enough to make him nearly forget how powerful I was.
"How is this possible?! The Slaughtering Net Horsetail Whisk was actually blocked by a spell!" one of the sect masters cried out in astonishment.
That old immortal was even more shocked than the others. According to his imagination, the enormous net of threads should have melted and incinerated everything before scooping us all up in one fell swoop. Who could have expected that the threads would only leave scorched marks on the ghost hands, accompanied by sizzling sounds, without being able to advance another inch? Meanwhile, my ghost hands seemed to be growing stronger and stronger, even beginning to pry apart the net of threads!
Sss, sss, sss!
They had not seen wrongly. Soon, bolstered by the myriad paths, my ghost hands began to grow