Without a second thought, Wang Yu drew a deep breath and blew it out, forming a hand seal and pointing downward.
Whoosh!
A golden haze flew from his mouth. A fierce gale rose, sweeping across the black mist below with a howl.
The once impenetrable black mist was instantly torn to shreds. The ghostly figures exposed within were swept away and destroyed by the golden killing intent in the gale, as though they had met their natural nemesis.
The two Thousand Bamboo Sect disciples, their figures revealed once more, were startled and hurriedly looked up into the sky.
The sickly-looking Daoist's expression changed even more drastically. Without a second thought, he tossed away the Bone Banner in his hand, shook his sleeve, and transformed into a streak of yellow light that burrowed underground.
At the sight, a cold gleam flashed through Wang Yu's eyes. He changed his hand seal, and layers of pale silver spirit inscription phantoms suddenly appeared around his upper body. They swelled outward like a suit of armor, then immediately contracted and flashed into his torso.
The skin of his upper body turned dark silver, and his body grew to weigh well over a thousand pounds.
The next instant, Wang Yu plummeted heavily toward the ground like a meteor.
Boom!
The ground around the spot where the sickly Daoist had vanished shook violently, and a yellow mushroom cloud of dust shot into the sky.
The two Thousand Bamboo Sect disciples stared, dumbfounded.
When the yellow dust cleared, an enormous pit over ten feet deep lay exposed.
Wang Yu stood upright at the bottom, holding in one hand the Daoist, who had been knocked unconscious by the impact.
"Take him back first and have someone interrogate him. If I'm not mistaken, he should be Fallen Moon Daoist of