Seeing that the jade awls had failed to break through, Daoist Wei did not stop working his arts. His figure flashed, and more than a dozen transformed shadow clones, along with his Primordial Spirit, simultaneously fled in every direction.
The changes within were impossible to distinguish as real or false. So long as even a wisp of his figure reached the outside, he could seize the chance to shift away from this purple radiance. Thereafter, with cautious vigilance, he would no longer be restrained by it. At the same time, those jade awls flashed brightly, transforming into straight, slender streams of rosy spiritual light that launched a surprise assault at where Zhang Yu stood.
Zhang Yu nodded inwardly. This man's tactical choice was exceedingly seasoned. Rather than rushing to rescue King Xi, he had first sought to break the disadvantageous situation of being trapped by the Void-Severing Purple Qi Sand.
This man had also seen that although the jade awls could not break through the Void-Severing Purple Qi Sand, they still possessed a certain restraining force. Those transformed shadow clones could take advantage of the weakened encirclement to break outward.
Once outside, everything would become far easier to handle.
Though cultivators in this world often fought others and could be said to possess ample experience, most of it came from contending with the Hao Clan. They had comparatively little experience in battles between Upper Layer cultivators.
Just as now, this man's tactical intentions had been easily seen through by him, so Zhang Yu could naturally devise corresponding countermeasures. He made no alteration to the Void-Severing Purple Qi Sand. A strand of Cicada-Wing Flowing Light flew forth, whirled swiftly around the surroundings, and struck down every clone and shadow image with unerring precision, causing them to scatter one after another. Only