Some of the Great Sages hesitated for an instant, then suddenly unleashed their combat techniques. None attacked Fang Yun; they only obstructed the Sea-Fishing Art.
Under the combined efforts of more than ten Great Sages, the fishing line finally withdrew from Mirror Lake and fell behind Fang Yun.
The Great Sages looked alarmed and bewildered. Fang Yun's Sea-Fishing Art was far too terrifying. It had taken so many Great Sages working together to stop it. If Fang Yun launched a surprise attack, none of them could evade it.
Ling Huan's body transformed into the radiance of Sacred Sense and flew at tremendous speed. He would soon return to the Spirit Race Royal Court, where he would no longer have to fear Fang Yun making a move.
Ling Huan's body was still trembling. He had thought he could severely wound Fang Yun with his strongest Heaven-Earth Finger, even if Fang Yun had obtained the Sea-Fishing Elder's inheritance. But after Fang Yun neutralized it with the Star-Herding Art, his confidence had utterly collapsed.
The legends of the Sea-Fishing Elder and the Star Shepherd were far too ancient. Either inheritance appearing alone would not frighten a dignified Great Sage at the peak, but with both appearing in the same person, even the Spirit Race's Saint Ancestors would tremble inwardly.
I can't fight him. Even if I have a chance of winning, I can't. He must have been plotting against the Spirit Race. He must have...
Even now, Ling Huan refused to acknowledge one fact: he had done wrong, and everything was his own fault.
Suddenly, Fang Yun's fishing line and Thunder Ink Sword dipped into Mirror Lake once again.
"Stop him!" Wa Si roared.
The Saints struck again.
But this time, Fang Yun's body seemed to shift slightly, allowing the Sea-Fishing Art to