The snowflakes drifting down in front of Luo Yunji suddenly froze, suspended in midair. Before the naked eye, they gradually condensed into ice needles, every tip aimed toward the right.
"Your illusions are useless against me!" Luo Yunji's cool, clear voice held not the slightest emotion, as if this Black-Robed Man who had been obstructing them all along was not worth his attention at all.
An ice needle instantly stabbed toward a spot where there was nothing at all, followed by a second, a third...
Until, in the end, the naked eye could no longer make out the number of ice needles as they shot out densely from all around Luo Yunji.
"Amitabha!" The Monk noticed something odd in a patch of space and recited the Buddha's name aloud.
At last, the others saw the Black-Robed Man.
"..." The Black-Robed Man had just been about to speak when his vision suddenly went dark. Then he felt a heavy force on his face, and in the next moment his body lifted into the air, smashed viciously into the ground by the weight on his face.
Bang! A muffled sound of flesh striking earth rang out.
The Black-Robed Man discovered that he actually could not break free of the large hand pressed over his face.
"Always using these little tricks, just like a fly. Annoying as hell!" The Loose Cultivator gripped the Black-Robed Man's face with one hand and lifted him into the air. With his free hand, he drove a heavy punch into the Black-Robed Man's stomach, arching his body like a shrimp and sending him flying upward.
Only after several such blows did the Loose Cultivator finally vent his anger. Still gripping the Black-Robed Man by the face, he carried him over before Luo Yunji.
The Loose Cultivator slammed him