Spells were extremely concise. Like many of the preparations before them, they were all meant to shorten time to the absolute minimum in order to deal with the worst-case scenario.
Prepare and you will prevail; fail to prepare and you will fall.
Yu Ci was not the kind of person who thought things through thoroughly and left no stone unturned, otherwise he wouldn't have placed himself in such a dangerous situation as he was now. Yet neither was he lazy; he had known early on that a great battle would take place tonight, and he had a very clear understanding of his enemy's origins and true capabilities, so how could he not have made preparations?
Beneath the cliff, the fear-driven tide formed by the negative emotions of hundreds of people crashed like terrifying waves, surging upward and representing that Tu Du was already giving chase.
Yu Ci glanced briefly at the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror suspended in midair. On its smooth surface, a circle of glowing light was expanding, and seven drops of blood within the light became somewhat blurred, looking at first glance like seven glowing rubies that echoed the light emitted by the Dao Scripture Master Treasure Seal on his shoulder. In fact, their qi connections were indeed linked together.
Also linked to their qi was the Pure Yang Talisman Sword.
Below the cliff face, shadows rolled and churned upward. Tu Du's Yin spirit phantom seemed to wear a cloak as the shadows connected into a curtain that continuously expanded. Within the eyes of the Yin spirit phantom, a scorching light was blazing; instead of looking at Yu Ci, it stared fixedly at the treasure mirror suspended in midair.
Yu Ci noticed his attitude, yet at this critical moment, this tiny sliver of perception was like floating clouds, scattered