"Rip!"
"Rip!"
"Rip!"
Fake Jiang Qiao's figure flickered in and out as he darted through the talismans, chasing Yang Ling down.
His target was clear.
His direction was clear.
The distance between them kept shrinking.
The maze formed by the talismans seemed to have little effect on him.
It could only slow his steps.
It could not shake him off completely.
"Trying to stall me with this method? You really have it wrong." Fake Jiang Qiao sounded arrogant, resembling Jiang Qiao's occasional madness. "Today, I'll show you how a mere book of talismans could possibly stand against me!"
He stretched out a hand.
His finger poked at a talisman.
The talisman was illusory, merely a ray of light with no true physical form.
Yet after Fake Jiang Qiao touched it, it immediately began to flow like water, rapidly being absorbed into his finger.
Only a few seconds later.
When Fake Jiang Qiao moved forward again.
All the talismans swirling around him seemed to have lost their effect. They could no longer stop him!
No...
They had not lost their effect!
Yang Ling saw identical talismans appear beside Fake Jiang Qiao. These talismans overlapped with the ones he had drawn, producing a canceling effect that caused the talismans to lose their power one after another.
"What kind of technique is this?" Yang Ling frowned.
He raised a hand and brushed it across his face. His figure immediately split into two, and a second Yang Ling appeared. As this Yang Ling emerged, the talismans swirling around them also changed at once.
They all turned into Yang Ling!
These Yang Lings were not illusions. The moment they appeared, they also raised their hands.
"Rip!"
Their bodies split apart.
The countless talismans, after transforming into Yang Lings.
Underwent another mutation.
Their number doubled!
"Shatter!"