The next moment, Zhang Laosan began muttering under his breath.
A hazy, illusory scene rose around him.
It was like a mirage.
When Hu Yi's attack fell, it miraculously passed straight through Zhang Laosan's body.
It was as if he had completely turned into nothingness.
Hu Yi frowned slightly. This unusual phenomenon left him somewhat at a loss.
His senses spread out, yet he could not detect even a trace of Zhang Laosan's aura.
"Kid, do you think this old man has traveled far and wide without encountering every kind of trouble?"
"If we were fighting, perhaps I wouldn't be your match. But when it comes to fleeing for my life, no one can compare to this old man."
What Zhang Laosan said was true.
Rogue Cultivators like them often ran into bandits while traveling alone.
Without some real skills, how would they dare make a living out in the world?
Hu Yi sighed helplessly. He knew he could do nothing to Zhang Laosan.
He could only turn back and say to Xu Zimo, "My apologies. This man truly has some ability."
Xu Zimo sneered.
"The sight of a mirage."
"He looks so insubstantial right now because what stands before us is merely a phantom."
"His true body was projected far away long ago. He should already be running for his life."
A mirage was false, but not entirely false.
It was an illusion created by projecting a real object.
In a sense, it did not appear from thin air.
Where there was a false image, there was naturally a true body being projected.
When Hu Yi had attacked Zhang Laosan just now, Zhang Laosan had already secretly sent his true body away.
The false body remained behind to confuse everyone.
It was meant to buy his true body more