After the Daoist talisman was cast into the vortex of qi, the dark gray qi immediately began to whirl at a furious speed, rumbling like thunder and whipping the robes of everyone present into flight.
As it spun so rapidly, the qi mirror within became ever clearer. A young Daoist's figure could even be seen gradually taking shape upon it, though it was still very blurred.
Guo Si watched with an indifferent gaze. Once most of the man's figure had appeared, they would be able to draw him in.
There was a way to counter it. Since the protection of a treasure that suppressed the Dao had to be broken before its owner could be harmed, there was no possibility of catching anyone off guard. Concealing one's aura beforehand had likewise become meaningless—the person on the other side would surely sense it. Thus, as long as one destroyed one's outer body before being drawn in, one could naturally escape the pull.
And that was precisely their aim.
The higher one's cultivation, the harder it was to refine a suitable outer body. Judging from the power Zhang Yu had displayed when he emerged earlier, his cultivation had already reached an extremely lofty level. If his outer body were destroyed, it would ordinarily be difficult to find another suitable one within a short time.
Even if he truly had another, they could illuminate him once, then twice, then three times. In any case, the other side could not attack this place.
When the qi mirror shone upon him, Zhang Yu also sensed something. He felt that this qi mechanism was ethereal and formless, impossible to break with his fundamental Dao method. Thus, he gave another Daoist cry, using it to shield himself.
Yet by his senses, though the Daoist cry could protect