"You've only come in the form of a mere avatar. What can you possibly do against so many of us?" the one-armed Daoist nun snapped.
"Han Guang, Han Jing, form the array!" Ancestor Han Chi could not be bothered with further nonsense and gave the order directly.
"Yes, Ancestor!" Frost energy surged from the two men in blue, wisps of mist curling around their faces and concealing their true features.
Each of them produced four array flags. Upon every flag was a strange, hook-shaped weapon, crystalline from end to end.
As the two swept out their array flags, the flags swelled in the wind under the stimulation of spiritual power, enclosing everyone within.
The banners stood in ranks, whipping in the sea wind.
The two men in blue each sat cross-legged beneath an array flag, their hands constantly shifting through different hand seals.
The once-damp sea breeze had become piercingly cold, cutting across their bodies like blades. Even cultivators found the chill unbearably uncomfortable.
Hook-shaped weapons like ice crystals flew out amid the swirling array flags. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens, even hundreds of them. Though each was not especially powerful, their numbers were more than enough.
They poured from every array flag, attacking from all directions.
Clang! Clang!
Zhou Qian'er and the others each brought out their Golden Core magical artifacts to block the hook-shaped weapons, and collisions rang endlessly through the air. Though they could still hold them off for the moment, the weapons merely curved through the formation after being knocked aside, then circled back without losing any force.
A scream rang out. One of the bald brothers cried miserably as a hook-shaped weapon slashed him, shearing off one ear and nearly splitting his head in two. Yet a patch of ice had