The two whip-like hat wings struck the giant shears. Yan San, who was forming hand seals and casting spells nearby, only felt as though his chest had suffered a heavy blow. Two massive forces, one after the other, sent him flying backward.
Even the spiritual power controlling the purple orb stalled briefly, and the purple band of light shrouding him suddenly dimmed.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Several long gashes instantly split open across Yan San's spiritual power barrier. The black robes over his chest were sliced into several long tears, and bright red blood immediately seeped out, leaving long streaks of blood across his body.
Fortunately, in the next moment, the spiritual power within him began circulating again. The purple orb above his head burst forth with brilliant light once more, blocking the surrounding bone-piercing cold winds!
On the other side, the Great Elder flicked a finger behind him, sending a stream of finger force crashing into that invisible sound wave.
"Boom!"
The Great Elder's descending body jolted violently, and the light screen around the oil-paper umbrella dimmed with it. Alarmed, he erupted with a ball of yellow light from the hand gripping the umbrella, instantly stabilizing the light screen outside it.
"None of you will escape today. All of you will be buried here."
The two-headed man in the blood-dripping scholar's red robes spoke with a buzzing voice. Both heads had spoken at once, their words perfectly in unison.
"He holds an overwhelming advantage here!"
The Great Elder immediately sent a voice transmission to Yan San.
With that single strike, the enemy had forced one of them to retreat and injured the other. One reason was that Yan San and the Great Elder had to devote a small portion of their spiritual power to maintaining their defenses.
Otherwise, those frigid