The next instant, seven or eight blazing suns flared with red light, spewing more than twenty fist-sized Crimson Fireballs that hurtled toward the old monk.
At the sight, a vicious look flashed across the old monk's face. He raised both arms and flicked all ten fingers at the incoming fireballs.
Hiss, hiss!
Ten slender black crystal threads shot from his fingertips, crisscrossing through the air like countless sharp blades slashing through the void.
More than half of the twenty-odd fireballs dispersed and vanished when the black threads sliced through them. They had been nothing but illusions.
But the remaining seven or eight fireballs burst apart after the black threads pierced them, becoming enormous clouds of crimson fire that sent the surrounding temperature soaring.
Across from him, Wang Yu was activating the Parent-Child Floating Mirror when his expression changed. He shot sideways more than ten feet.
Pfft, pfft!
More than ten deep, tiny holes abruptly appeared in the ground where he had stood, glittering frost spreading around them. Another spray of nearly transparent crystal threads had silently skimmed low through the air from beneath the old monk's feet in a sneak attack.
Had Wang Yu not activated Overclocking mode, sharpening his five senses far beyond those of ordinary people, he might truly have fallen victim to that vicious strike.
Seeing his sneak attack exposed, the old monk no longer bothered to conceal anything. A savage expression spread across his face, and he formed a hand seal. Dense black talisman-pattern tattoos surfaced on his cheeks.
Another loud whistle tore through the air!
Dense sprays of crystal threads erupted from all over the old monk's body, more than a hundred in total. Half were black as ink, while the other half were crystal-clear. Interweaving and flashing, they stabbed wildly toward Wang Yu like