As the ground shook violently and deafening rumbles kept rolling in, the group truly could not move forward. The pressure from the two terrifying strange beasts left them completely unable to resist. Even with cultivation like Tian Buyi's and Ghost King's, they were in a miserable state, hands braced on their knees, only barely keeping themselves from kneeling.
Luo Yunji controlled the Ice Bowl in his hand and summoned a cloud of Ice Mist to envelop everyone.
Though Tian Buyi and the others were confused, none of them spoke up to ask. They only waited for Luo Yunji's next move.
"Wake up!"
A sharp shout rang through their ears, instantly shocking everyone back to their senses.
"I... damn it, this again!" Old Ancestor Fengyue was about to go mad. Seeing the scene before him, where that Loose Cultivator and the Black-Robed Man were still locked in fierce battle, he burst straight into curses.
Ghost King and the others also turned in astonishment to look at Blackheart Elder and the others standing by Luo Yunji.
"Begone!" A look of impatience also appeared on Luo Yunji's face. This back-and-forth shift between reality and illusion displeased him greatly.
Tian Buyi and the others saw that another Black-Robed Man had appeared nearby. The Loose Cultivator in the fierce battle had wanted to drag this one into the battle circle as well, but he was desperately blocked by the previous Black-Robed Man.
The Black-Robed Man who had appeared later tilted his head slightly toward Luo Yunji, who had rebuked him. Sensing his cultivation, he spoke with great disdain. "Junior! Sometimes, speaking recklessly can get you killed..."
Ghost King and the others were all so frightened by the sudden scene before them that they jumped.
They saw the Black-Robed Man who knew illusions clutching his neck