Monk Yi Xin really wanted to leave. His voice grew lower, more distant, and more ethereal, clearly receding as he deployed some eerie movement technique to obscure his tracks.
Yu Ci looked up at the Illusion Demon Golden Pagoda. It seemed the poisonous monk was abandoning a top-grade magical tool to win himself a chance of escape... Such decisiveness in action truly was extraordinary.
"Immortal Gan!"
This was Hu Dan's urgent voice. In such circumstances people always looked down the hierarchy, discussing seniority by strength; with He Qing trapped, the person in charge naturally had to be Gan Shizhen. The usually transcendent Yu Ci was glossed over for now.
The slender female cultivator glanced over at the sound, then turned her head back without making any expression.
Just as Hu Dan was stunned, He Qing, who had been suspended in mid-air all along, opened her eyes. Immediately a fierce whistle rose like a shattered silver bottle, and in that instant, a hundredfold and thousandfold force seemed to twist together within the whistling sound and explode with a roar!
"Hum!"
A very faint and thin ripple centered on He Qing, spreading in all directions before flashing and disappearing. This was because the whistle had a strong targeted nature, so very little of it naturally dissipated. Even so, Yu Ci and the others on the outer fringe heard a roaring sound in their heads as if someone were violently shaking their necks, leaving them dizzy and nauseated, while neighboring scenery all appeared with double images.
He only vaguely heard Gan Shizhen say: "Great Void Splitting Curse!"
It was a curse art... Yu Ci pressed his forehead and slowly recovered from the shock of the sonic wave. Of these Immortal Masters of the Li Chen Sect he had seen, Xie Yan and Yu