"No wonder." Hearing this, the Black-Robed Daoist calculated on his fingers and gained a measure of understanding. "So someone was indeed pulling the strings behind the feeling that stirred in me."
As he spoke, he flicked a finger. A speck of starlight flew from his fingertip straight toward Liehou Yang!
Liehou Yang sneered and swept his hand out. A strange Rainbow Light shot from his palm, drawing a black line through the air!
In an instant, it was as though a Rift had opened in the void. The surrounding light streamed toward it, and the temple dimmed at once.
In the blink of an eye, the black line widened into a narrow fissure!
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Sparks leaped and scattered, but their light seemed to fall into the void, illuminating nothing around them!
Li Dejiang and the others felt darkness fall before their eyes. Even their sight and hearing seemed affected, drawn toward the Rift until they could scarcely make anything out!
And it was not just the light. The surrounding warmth followed, surging toward the narrow black fissure like floodwater through a broken dam. The temperature throughout the temple plunged, and Li Dingji could not help shivering!
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
The Clay Idol in the corner suddenly began to tremble, like a person shaking in bitter cold!
"Hmm?"
Behind the Black-Robed Daoist, a Violet Light Star flashed and vanished.
"What sort of technique is this?"
Xu Zhongling and Du Qingyun formed Sword Art seals with their fingers. With a clang, the Long Swords on their backs sprang from their sheaths. Their blades gleamed coldly as they traced arcs through the air, as though possessed of minds of their own and searching for the enemy.
But after circling once, they darted about in confusion like headless flies.
"Naturally, none of