Zhang Yu's voice was calm, yet the meaning of his words shook the heart.
His visualization diagram was founded upon the Word Seal. If he deliberately wielded his mind-force and combined it with the power of Verbal Resonance, then every word he spoke would naturally carry immense might.
Daoist Xue and the black-clad Daoist were both seasoned fighters. Ordinarily, they would never have been swayed by mere words, yet upon hearing this, both of them hesitated for an instant.
A red gleam flashed through the black-clad Daoist's eyes. He leaned back, and his entire body could be seen shifting from solid to insubstantial, silently merging into the air. It appeared that in the next instant, he would vanish before everyone present.
Yet just as this motion was about to be completed, he seemed to encounter some obstacle. His body jolted violently, and he was forcibly driven out of that faint, unreal state.
At some unknown time, clusters of ethereal jade mist had enveloped all three of them. The black-clad Daoist had just collided with it and been blocked for a moment, preventing his escape.
Still unwilling to accept this, black mist churned behind him, as though something were about to leap forth from within.
Zhang Yu glanced at him and said, "Edict Suppression."
Upon hearing those words, whatever was about to emerge from the black mist behind the man was immediately suppressed once more. The mind-force around his body also shrank back into the depths of his mind in an instant. In that brief moment, the surrounding jade mist drifted over and wrapped him within it.
His eyes were bloodshot as his hands and feet thrashed together. He let out an enraged roar, as though trying to struggle free from within.
But then, a flash of light appeared before him.