The mage was astonished.
A moment's thought told him that this group had surely taken advantage of the firepower being redirected at the front lines to sneak up and launch a surprise attack. The handsome young man before him was brimming with righteousness, the sort of person it was hard to dislike at first glance. The mage estimated Yun Ce's age from his appearance, then recalled the intelligence he had read about Kang. A name quickly came to mind. "Amitabha. Might you be General Yun?"
Yun Ce pressed his lips together slightly and did not answer.
He simply thrust out countless spear-shadows wrapped in bone-chilling ice blossoms. Like a roiling sea of clouds, they surged toward the mage in a deadly assault. The mage flicked a string of green jade prayer beads from his sleeve and swiftly pressed his palms together. As his martial energy surged, dazzling golden light burst from the beads.
Yun Ce's vision abruptly turned white.
The world was bleak and colorless; he could see nothing else.
He abruptly shut his eyes.
The afterimage clung to him like a maggot to bone, haunting him without end.
The sudden blindness caused Yun Ce's spear to veer slightly. With a clang, its tip struck something hard.
Without hesitation, Yun Ce swept his spear across the field, cutting every obstacle around him in half with a swift, unstoppable gust of spear wind. Yet he heard no dull sound of flesh being sliced. A little while later, he heard the faint sound of a branch bending slightly beneath a heavy weight. Then his spear shot out like a swimming dragon plunging into the sea. The mage raised a hand to recall his prayer beads, but in the next instant, a ribbon of ice blossoms streaked through the air and nearly froze