He Dazhi and Zhang Xiaofan braced their hands on their knees, bent over and retched. Their stomachs were already completely empty, yet the nausea still made them gag nonstop.
Tian Buyi's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he curled up on the ground, dizzy. Old Ancestor Fengyue lay sprawled on the ground, twitching now and then to show he was still alive. Only the Ghost King was faring a little better. Without a care for appearances, he plopped down on the ground, buried his head between his legs, and didn't move.
What the hell kind of ordeal was this!
Luo Yunji, still affected by the assault on his soul, looked up and studied the many strange beasts surrounding them. "Has their intelligence been affected, leaving them with only instinct?"
The Rain Technique was cast soundlessly. Amid the pattering raindrops and icy white mist, it instantly enveloped every strange beast nearby. After a long while, he realized he couldn't condense even a trace of chill on them.
Could rain and mist exist at the same time?
They could!
Raindrops drifted in every direction beneath the sky, while Ice Mist rose from the ground and spread across the earth beneath their feet. Protected by the Five Spirits, Tian Buyi and the others huddled together.
Watching Luo Yunji display such extraordinary mastery of the Dao, Tian Buyi felt deeply ashamed that he, as his master, could only hide behind him. He resolved to return and devote himself to cultivation.
The Ice Mist blocked their view, and a strange roar sounded within it. Tian Buyi and the others immediately sensed trouble. If any more strange beasts charged in now, they would truly have no way to escape, above or below.
"A dragon's roar!" Zhang Xiaofan recognized the sound.
Tian Buyi also came to