"Qianhuan, some of the squads in this army are moving strangely. They didn't deviate from the main force simply because you confused the army's movements. Their trajectories... have been circling around from the very beginning."
"These few squads have formed single-file lines and mixed into the normally advancing main force. They're moving along a route that isn't quite as neat as a spiral, but is generally circular, gradually shrinking inward."
"In other words, they're determining our position."
Lin Yu spoke in a low voice.
After hearing Lin Yu, Qianhuan continued controlling the movement of the mirrors, his expression calm.
"As expected, these shamans aren't hopelessly stupid. Trying to find our location... is a sound method."
"However, this method is also overthinking things. The 'spatial' coordinates here are all jumbled. Their so-called 'encirclement' is riddled with holes."
Lin Yu shook his head. "No, Qianhuan. When I say a 'circular' route, I mean that even after your mirrors disrupted their paths and they repeatedly moved in and out of the mirror space, they're still maintaining a circular route in the practical sense."
Qianhuan froze. "What? They can ignore the effects of my labyrinth?"
"No, they can't. Their routes are still being disrupted by you, but every time they change direction, they turn precisely 'inward,' toward the center of this interior region of your mirror space."
"Moreover, because they're changing direction so frequently, I'm certain... this isn't a coincidence."
"After some time, they should connect head to tail. At that point, we'll truly be 'surrounded,' and our location will be locked down."
As Lin Yu spoke, Qianhuan was shaken.
"There's really such a thing? Could the shamans of the Lu Gu lineage have actually developed a shamanic art capable of tampering with 'space,' and mastered its application in every aspect?"
"But it doesn't