Everyone followed the threads with their eyes, looking several yards away, only to discover that Li Chen had, at some point, extended the other hand he had kept hidden inside his robes.
A thread ran from the tip of his index finger, connecting directly to one of the slender legs of Lu Liang's Mantis Spider puppet.
"Lu Liang got careless! Against a Puppeteer like this, you have to keep magic power circulating all around your body at every moment, and fill your puppets with spirit essence to form protective gang. The instant anything seems wrong, send a shock through it-don't give those threads the slightest chance to cling!"
Wu Lu retreated a considerable distance, his expression extremely grim.
This was precisely why secret arts were so difficult to counter. As a technique recorded in The Second of Mysterious Arts, the Silk-Threading Art was virtually impossible for Qi Refining Realm cultivators who did not understand it to deal with. Even those who knew something about it would inevitably face an additional drain on their primordial energy the moment an opponent revealed it.
In the contest of battle, defending against this technique consumed far more than employing it. After all, the user needed only the magic power required to condense the threads and the mental focus to threaten an enemy. To defend against it, however, one had to cover the entire body in magic power or spirit essence and remain constantly alert to the slightest changes before one could effectively resist it.
As Wu Lu and the others truly grasped the significance of this technique and began taking every possible precaution, Lu Liang could not help seething with resentment, pain and regret surging into his heart together.
He had never imagined that, after berating his subordinates as fools, he would turn out