At that moment, the short, thin old man's face tightened, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.
His hands moved in a rapid blur, magical power surging around him. Three Second-Tier Spirit Talismans floated out of his sleeve and hovered before him, their spiritual light flickering.
-they were none other than the seventh through ninth fingers of the "Luo Yan Thirty-Six Fingers," which had drawn attention at the auction!
"Go!"
At the old man's low shout, the three spirit talismans suddenly blazed with light, transforming into three streaks that lunged straight at the barrier formed by the ice mirror.
The seventh finger, "Smoke Locks Willow by the Pond," touched the mirror's surface first, and the surging cold seemed to be bound by invisible chains.
Ripples spread across the mirror's surface. With faint sizzling sounds, the solid ice actually began to melt rapidly.
Immediately afterward, the eighth finger, "Lamps Scatter a Splendid Brocade Painting," transformed into a dazzling curtain of light, shielding the old man completely.
Just then, a fierce streak of sword light from the Longwind Sword slashed down, striking the curtain with a strange hum!
The sword's momentum was drawn aside and deflected, abruptly turning toward another cultivator who was about to flee!
Caught completely off guard, that cultivator was shredded into minced flesh by the sword light before he could even scream.
Finally, the ninth finger, "Bridge Reflects the Red Sunset," carried a streak of dying sunlight, poignantly brilliant as blood, and slammed into the already weakened ice wall.
Boom!
The deafening blast sent ice fragments raining everywhere. A great hole had actually been blasted clean through the sturdy ice barrier!
In that brief delay, fewer than one in ten of the trapped cultivators remained alive. Severed limbs floated in midair, and blood had stained a