"Things are probably beyond saving—retreat, now!"
At this point.
How could Wang Ai and the others not realize that they had vastly overestimated their side's combat strength while severely underestimating Ji Shu's cultivation, talent, and abilities?
But it was too late.
After stacking several thousand layers of Vajra Talismans onto Xia He and the others, Ji Shu flashed and vanished from where he stood in an instant. The next moment, he appeared in an artillery encampment belonging to a foreign organization of supernatural beings. With a casual wave of his hand, time froze and all things withered. In an instant, that group of foreigners perished.
Then he took another step, using Shrink the Ground to an Inch, coming and going without leaving a trace. Talismans flashed repeatedly through the void, countless of them transforming into a flowing sea that circled through the sky. In the blink of an eye, they pressed down, sealing off the entire beach. Then densely packed Yellow Turban Warriors manifested out of thin air and charged at the supernatural beings.
"Retreat!"
Wang Ai and the others watched scene after scene unfold, terrified out of their wits.
They had imagined that Ji Shu would be powerful, but they had never imagined he would be this monstrously powerful.
He was practically an immortal descended into the mortal world.
That teleportation ability; that hand speed capable of drawing dozens, even hundreds of talismans in an instant—
Time freezing, all things withering, the five elements raging, wind, fire, thunder, and lightning rolling forth in bizarre spectacles—it all left them utterly shaken!
Could a human really do this?!
This was clearly a living immortal!
The assessment was wrong!
We severely underestimated Ji Shu's abilities!
This cannot be done!
We have to leave this battlefield immediately!
Wang Ai, Chen Jinkui, and the