Under the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the images produced by the shifting mirror were repeatedly slashed apart. Yang Feng frowned. If things continued like this, his magic power would probably run dry without him managing to do anything to his opponent. Rather than focus on the phantoms, he might as well figure out how to break through this illusion!
Yang Feng was, after all, a powerful Void-Returning cultivator, and he quickly found the crux of the matter. The illusion was no simple thing, but with a Spirit Transformation cultivator casting it, it was bound to have its limits. Though this would consume quite a bit more of his magic power, given the circumstances, he had no choice.
The dozen or so separated sword embryos suddenly converged, then rose into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye. A gigantic sword-shaped apparition formed in their wake.
"Slash!" The enormous sword-shaped apparition trembled. A giant flying sword, more than a dozen zhang long, sliced through the void and struck the illusion. Though the blow seemed to land nowhere in particular, it had in fact shaken the entire illusion. Before the sword-image could fade, another flying sword of similar size shot out, followed by yet another.
After taking four or five consecutive blows, the entire illusion was now crisscrossed with spiderweb-like cracks.
"Crack." Like a mirror, the illusion shattered layer by layer.
Lu Xiaotian seized the opening, grabbed the illusion, and retreated.
"Trying to leave?" Yang Feng gave a cold snort. He had spent no small effort breaking through this damned illusion—how could he let Lu Xiaotian get away so easily? Still, he had to admit Lu Xiaotian had chosen his moment perfectly. Yang Feng had just broken through the illusion, and his strength had yet to recover from the effort. His