The Blood Banner floated in the air. A face identical to Mo Feng's stared at Chen Wuya. Its left eye glowed blue, its lips curled upward, and its voice seemed to rise from underground.
"You finally came, Chen Wuya."
Before the words had faded, the "Mo Feng" in the image suddenly snapped the iron chains and struck out with his palm. A blast of palm wind tore through the air, hurtling straight at the three of them.
Chen Wuya did not move. His fingers were still pressed against the stone stele, while the perception of the Misidentification Domain had already extended along the flow of qi. There was something wrong with this palm wind. It was not aimed at their bodies, but at their ears and eyes. It carried a frequency, like the ringing of a bell vibrating against the eardrums, trying to make them remember the trajectory of that blow.
With a backhand motion, he directed Misaligned Force into the ground. Cold veins had run beneath the forest for years, their icy qi long since seeping into the soil. The palm wind collided with the Misaligned Force and froze in an instant, becoming a half-man-tall ice sculpture standing before him.
The figure within the ice was that false Mo Feng from before, palm still raised, eyes cold and sinister.
Mo Feng drew a breath and stared at the face identical to his own. "They're using my appearance to lure you into a trap."
Bai Zhi stood slightly behind him, her sword still sheathed, though her hand already rested on its hilt. She stared at the ice sculpture's eyes and saw that the blue light in its pupils was still flickering, as if it were alive.
"Don't look for too long," she said.
The moment she finished speaking, the ice