The moment Daoist Zhe lost consciousness, he fell from the clouds. At that moment, the Flying Luo that had already been rushing at him swooped down, coiling around him from head to tail and binding him tight. Half the phantom form of the visualization diagram could be seen seeping into his body; at a glance, it looked as though it had grown together with him.
With this, the battle had been decided. Once his body and mind were entangled by this visualization diagram, even if Daoist Zhe woke up and recovered his full strength, it would be impossible for him to break free.
Both sides had employed every means in this battle, and there had been no shortage of perilous moments. Yet from beginning to end, it had taken no more than a dozen breaths. Not a single patch of the surrounding land had been damaged; it had been entirely a contest of their respective supernatural transformations.
After Shi Yue captured Daoist Zhe, he secretly felt fortunate. It was fortunate that he had been with Zhang Xuanzheng today. He reckoned that if he had encountered this man alone, he might truly not have been his match—he might not even have been able to flee.
He reached out and removed the Falling Star Bag from Daoist Zhe, then swept his sleeve and took away all the treasures the man carried.
Afterward, he and Zhang Yu brought the man down to the ground.
Daoist Zhe's face twisted for a while. Without the power to sustain it, he could no longer maintain his supernatural transformation and reverted to his original appearance.
Zhang Yu examined him. His features were extremely similar to the descriptions given by Xiahou Ming and Qian Zhong. This should be that Daoist Zhe.
At that moment, a great mass of