When Zhang Yu saw the seven-colored mist suddenly erupt and envelop him, his heart remained calm as still water. The moment Yan Qiying's magical power had attached itself to him, the mystic quality of First Fate had already alerted him that another hidden move might lie within it.
He knew Yan Qiying had been holding back, waiting for the right moment. But had he not been doing the same?
At this moment, he paid no heed to the spiritual energy that had penetrated his daoist robe and entered his body, allowing Mending Heaven to bear it. Instead, he reached out and grabbed at Yan Qiying, using the art of Seize Light upon him!
Yan Qiying had activated the spiritual energy attached to Zhang Yu, but in doing so, his aura stalled for an instant.
Meanwhile, the two swords, Cicada Cry and Skyshock, continued to wheel around him and slash at him. He still had to divide his attention to control his artifacts and ward them off, leaving him no spare effort for anything else. Yet at this moment, he felt a restraining force descend upon him, locking him in place so firmly that he could not move.
Greatly alarmed, he immediately realized that if Zhang Yu was willing to risk being invaded by that spiritual energy just to pull such a move on him, then some formidable means was surely about to follow.
He hastily recited an escape incantation in silence, attempting to break free of his restraints.
Just then, a brilliant radiance suddenly burst forth in the sky. It was extraordinarily dazzling, shrouding an area of several thousand li below. For a moment, all four directions dimmed, and even the heavenly light of the great sun was obscured.
Then, a heaven-shaking streak of radiance tore through the canopy of