Buzz—Yang Shuo and the old woman Liu Yushi attacked the layer of restriction formed by the dense fog together. Their successive attacks sank into it as though they had plunged into a mass of cotton. The sharper the attacks sank, the greater the rebound force accumulating within became.
By the end, even Yang Shuo and Liu Yushi, two True Immortals, could no longer withstand that rebounding force. Their figures were sent flying back one after another.
That tremendous force left neither Yang Shuo nor Liu Yushi feeling any better.
"It's not that I was unwilling to give it my all. The rebounding force within the restriction is simply bizarre. The weaker the attack, the weaker the rebound; conversely, the stronger the attack, the stronger the rebound."
Liu Yushi cupped her hands toward Wu Yanshan and Wu Zhongli, speaking with embarrassment written across her face. "Why not let this Eastern Daoist try?"
"Daoist Liu, the two of you joined forces and still failed to gain the upper hand. What good result could I achieve by going up alone? You merely want to watch me make a fool of myself. I'm not particularly concerned about what secrets lie within this Qiuniu phantom. As long as I can follow behind Daoist Wu and the others and leave this damned place, that will be enough."
Lu Xiaotian smiled when he heard this. "The dense-fog restriction outside is clearly no ordinary thing. An expert proficient in formations must take action. Relying on brute force alone is utterly useless."
"Perhaps Eastern Daoist's attacks are unique and happen to counter the restriction inside."
Lu Xiaotian had killed the cultivators from Yin Wind Valley first. Even if they had only been a few immortals, one of them had been Yang Shuo's nephew. Naturally, Yang Shuo and Lu Xiaotian