Yin Yuanzheng still looked old, but after taking Spirit Pills these past days, he had begun to show signs of rejuvenation. Even his withered white hair had turned a mottled gray and black, lending him the bearing of a man who only grew stronger with age.
His gaze was imposing. With a few gestures, he had slain several mighty Ancient Cultivators, and those victories drove his presence to an unstoppable peak. For a time, the Ancient Cultivators were shaken. They stopped where they stood, none daring to brave his edge lightly.
"His divine ability is formidable, but it isn't impossible to counter. Attack together, everyone! Just don't let him act as he pleases!"
Yellow Venerable sighed softly, then sent the Clay-Aspect Stone Person charging forward.
White paper scattered soundlessly, forming a vast formation in the air.
Before long, phantom images overlapped like layer upon layer of mountain ridges, shielding him, Whitebrow Ancestor, and the others nearby on every side.
But just as Yellow Venerable had said, with the Clay-Aspect Stone Person interfering, Yin Yuanzheng could no longer use this technique at will.
The Clay-Aspect Stone Person was a manifestation Yellow Venerable had casually summoned. If Yin Yuanzheng used his devastating trump card on him, the others would immediately seize the opening and break through.
In the end, two fists could not fight four hands. He could not deal with so many enemies at once.
Yellow Venerable ordered the Clay-Aspect Stone Person to bombard them from a distance, probing for weak points in the void through which to break, while transmitting his voice to the others and urging them to attack as well.
Seeing this, the others understood and began coordinating their attacks.
"Fellow Daoist Yin, what should we do? We can't hold on much longer!"
"These people are truly formidable!