Niu Tan produced a golden lock and hurled it forward. With a boom, he blasted Luo Qian and the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast apart.
Qiao Lan and Lian Yue attacked Zhao Tong, who was nearest to them, at the same time. Colorful ribbons and flying swords shrieked repeatedly, slicing through the air as though they were about to tear it apart.
Who could have known that Zhao Tong's figure would flicker, and a mirror would seemingly appear around him? Each mirror contained an illusionary figure. The flying swords and colorful ribbons shattered the mirrors, and the phantoms within them collapsed as well, but Zhao Tong's real figure had already reached several dozen zhang away.
"What formidable illusion arts." Though Lu Xiaotian was charging at the very front, he had a clear grasp of the situation across the entire battlefield. Amid such chaos, Zhao Tong's illusion arts were worlds apart from the white-clad middle-aged woman Zhao Xin's Illusory Object Technique, yet both possessed the same marvelous ability to confuse the eye. Even he had no shortage of means to shatter several of his opponent's illusions, but with truth and falsehood intermingled, the spiritual power he expended would inevitably increase greatly.
When two mighty opponents clashed, even if their strength was evenly matched, the one who ultimately fell would necessarily be the one who had expended more. Zhao Xin's earlier technique had been the Illusory Object Technique. By relying on his powerful Primordial Spirit, he had memorized the surrounding environment in detail, but that clumsy method was useless against the Zhao Tong before him.
If I lack a direct method of breaking illusion arts, I'll have to be especially cautious around members of the Zhao clan from now on.
Although he had defeated Zhao Xin, who was at the Nascent Soul Middle