"So it was an unorthodox demon of the outside path!"
The heavily armored Great Mohist's eyes flared with sharp light the moment he saw Qiu Yan's methods. His armor suddenly trembled violently, spewing out billows of heat that condensed upon meeting the cold air.
At once, water vapor scattered through the room and mist drifted everywhere, instantly obscuring the surroundings. Within that mist, countless scenes emerged—it was plainly a mirage!
Amid those visions came waves of hurried, heavy footsteps, as though hundreds or thousands of people were marching in unison. It gave Qiu Yan the feeling of being hemmed in on all sides, with nowhere to flee, about to be seized outright in the next instant.
But then Qiu Yan merely waved a hand, and the mist dispersed. With a vacant grasp, he shut the doors and windows. The heavily armored Great Mohist, who had been making ready to leave, was bound by an invisible force, lifted into the air, and drawn directly before Qiu Yan.
At first, the armor on the heavily armored Mohist continued to twitch and shift, preparing to evolve all manner of transformations. Yet it was shrouded by a will that saw through every change. Before any of them could be unleashed, they had already ceased to pose a threat. Realizing the situation, the man instead restrained his thoughts, and the ever-changing armor gradually settled.
Qiu Yan looked at the heavily armored Mohist, who did not struggle and seemed almost resigned to his fate, then asked calmly, "Your thoughts truly change like clouds and rain. On the surface, you meant to surround me and strike in force, but it was all merely to pave the way for your escape, so you could take the chance to flee. Yet you had not even exchanged blows with me,