"Daoist brother, you drew the wrong one!"
Red light shot from the Great Sun Way cultivator's eyes, forming a red dot on a figure like a red laser pointer from his previous life.
That figure was none other than himself.
"This one is a person, not a stalk of chives. Don't slaughter him on a whim!"
Wang Quan sighed. "I only want to know who gave the orders."
"If I can't find whoever gave the orders, people or chives, they're all going to die!"
As he spoke, he continued flourishing his brush and splashing ink, adding all the cultivators from Round-Faced Daoist Nun's Lineage to the painting.
Seeing this, the Great Sun Way cultivator fell silent.
This fellow had even used Image Tracing on his own people. He was ruthless.
Luckily, I once had an opponent who specialized in Image Tracing.
I've mastered over thirty ways to counter this spell.
I'll pretend he's frightened me. Then, if he tries to kill me, I'll suddenly strike and hit him hard.
At that thought, he stirred his Yang Spirit to cast spells, drawing on his experience to counter [Image Tracing].
As he cast the first counterspell, an invisible Dharma Robe appeared around him. The robe swirled, but just as it was about to unleash its power, it collapsed on its own.
The Great Sun Way cultivator raised his eyebrows. "He's got some ability!"
But it doesn't matter.
I have dozens of counterspells!
If this one doesn't work, I'll try the next!
The second spell...
The tenth...
Still nothing worked.
Sweat beaded on the Great Sun Way cultivator's forehead.
It's fine. I still have over twenty counterspells!
I'll counter it eventually.
He continued casting.
But as his Dharma Power was expended, spell after spell was cast.
Yet he could still clearly sense that