When the light shone down upon him, Zhang Yu seemed caught off guard and was struck by it at once.
Daoist Lin was overjoyed at the sight. Seated where he was, he continuously drove his magical power, causing the light to draw inward without cease as he tried to bind Zhang Yu completely.
Seeing how smoothly things were going, Deputy Sima Chen was also greatly invigorated.
So long as they killed both Miao Guangwu and Zhang Yu before the others arrived, then pinned Miao Guangwu's death on Zhang Yu, they could use this period to make fresh arrangements.
Even if that failed, they could still seize the formation token for the garrison's grand array from Miao Guangwu and thereby bring the entire garrison under their control.
Yet in the next instant, his expression froze. Zhang Yu, bathed in the light, had not only failed to be restrained, but slowly rose to his feet instead.
Daoist Lin's expression changed. He urged his magical power once more, and the projected light immediately grew several degrees brighter. Yet it seemed unable to stop Zhang Yu; his movements did not slow in the slightest.
Deputy Sima Chen saw that something was wrong. Gritting his teeth, he decided to deal with Miao Guangwu first. But at that moment, Miao Guangwu too sensed the shift in the situation, and the spiritual radiance around him suddenly intensified. This forced Chen to maintain an even contest with Miao Guangwu, leaving him unable to do anything else.
After rising, Zhang Yu walked step by step toward Daoist Lin. The latter's face had turned pale, and wisps of vapor were even emerging all over his body. This was a sign that his magical power and inner breath had been overtaxed.
Yet Daoist Lin could not stop at all. He could