"Freeze the land for ten thousand miles!" Zhao Yuwei shouted, swinging her sword at the nearest shadow.
A blade of ice, carrying a bone-chilling cold, whistled out, causing tiny ice crystals to condense in the air.
The ice blade struck the shadow precisely, freezing and shattering it instantly.
However, the mirrors were numerous, and the reflected shadows were endless, surging in from all directions like a tide.
Zhao Yuwei was struggling to defend herself. Despite her sharp sword moves and the constant stream of flying ice blades, she could not stop the endless phantoms.
"There are too many shadows, I can't handle them all by myself!" Zhao Yuwei thought to herself, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.
Xiao Feng witnessed Zhao Yuwei's predicament and was extremely anxious.
"No, Yuwei won't be able to hold on if this continues. I have to find a way to help her!"
That's right! At this moment, immortal techniques suddenly appeared in Xiao Feng's mind.
That was when the Fifth Elder and the others passed on the immortal techniques to him, and Xiao Feng quickly grasped them.
Xiao Feng was surrounded by shimmering light.
A powerful force gathered in his palm, gradually condensing into a golden ball of light.
A moment later, Xiao Feng began to draw a talisman in the air with one hand, and soon the Immortal Art Breaking Illusion Talisman slowly took shape.
The talisman emitted a faint golden light, and the runes on it moved as if they were alive, radiating a chilling pressure.
Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them, and shouted, "Disillusionment Talisman, go!"
He threw the talisman out forcefully.
In an instant, the illusory-breaking talisman shone brightly, like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire formation.
Intense light surged toward the mirror like a tidal wave, and wherever it touched, the eerie shadows vanished with screams.
Under the impact of this powerful force, the mirrors began to make cracking and creaking sounds as they struggled to keep up.
Then, they shattered like glass struck by a heavy blow, turning into countless fragments scattered all over the ground.
The fragments reflected a golden light, as if a dazzling meteor shower had fallen.
The man in black robes and the woman in red had been watching coldly from the sidelines, with contemptuous smiles on their faces.
However, when they saw Xiao Feng use his immortal power to successfully break the illusion in the mirror, a look of shock flashed in their eyes.
The man in black robes frowned and said in a low voice, "This kid actually has such strength. It seems we underestimated him."
The woman in red snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "He's just a small fry who's just started cultivating. No matter how strong he is, he can't escape our grasp."
The two men showed signs of resentment.
Clearly, they had not expected Xiao Feng to be able to break the mirror formation so easily.
Then, the man in black robes and the woman in red flew like ghosts to the top of the bronze pillar in the formation, looking down at Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei.
The two men's imposing aura pressed down like mountains, making people feel suffocated.
Suddenly, billowing white mist surged up from within the formation.
The fog was as thick as ink, and it quickly spread out, enveloping the entire altar.
With her keen senses, Zhao Yuwei instantly detected the eerie aura contained within the white mist.
Her brows were furrowed and her nostrils flared slightly, as if she were sniffing out something.
Suddenly, her pupils contracted, and she exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no, it's a mist demon!"
The mist demon is formless and invisible, hidden in the white mist, making it difficult to find its trace.
The white mist surged like a living thing, constantly approaching Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei.
In the mist, one could vaguely see grotesque ghost faces.
Knowing that the mist demon was difficult to deal with, Xiao Feng made a decisive move and used the Water Curtain Heavenly Splendor.
A pale blue light shimmered at Xiao Feng's fingertips.
In an instant, a huge curtain of water appeared out of thin air, like a solid shield, protecting him and Zhao Yuwei within it.
The water curtain is crystal clear, with a shimmering, iridescent surface.
Xiao Feng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Go!"
The water curtain suddenly rushed towards the mist demon, powerfully dispersing the white mist in its path.
When the water curtain struck the mist demon's body, it unleashed a violent roar, like a thunderclap.
The water curtain, like surging waves, continuously crashed against the mist demon, shattering it into pieces that dissipated into wisps of air.
Just as Xiao Feng defeated the Mist Demon, the altar ground suddenly trembled violently.
The earth seemed to be torn apart by some terrifying force, and deep fissures spread rapidly like octopuses, approaching Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei's feet.
Black smoke billowed from the cracks, the ground collapsed at an extremely rapid pace, and stones fell into the abyss with dull thuds.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei reacted quickly, using their agility to narrowly avoid the collapsed area and jump to a relatively safe spot.
The two had just regained their footing and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when a phantom figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
That was Sima Yan's soul, ethereal and fleeting, like a wisp of smoke.
The soul was surrounded by a faint, eerie light, but it showed no expression; it simply stood there quietly.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei stared in shock at Sima Yan's physical body, which was suspended in the center of the altar by eight chains.
At this moment, the body and soul have separated, and the situation is extremely critical.
The body was pale and its eyes were closed, as if it had lost all life.
Eight chains emitted an eerie black light, piercing deep into the flesh and constantly absorbing its life force.
Xiao Feng's eyes widened in anger, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.
He pointed at the man in black robes and the woman in red and shouted angrily, "You two villains, release Sima Yan at once!"
However, the man in black robes and the woman in red were unimpressed and burst into mocking laughter.
The woman in red said sarcastically, "Want to save him? Then behave yourself, or else..."
The man in black robes sneered in agreement: "His life is in our hands."
As he spoke, he stretched out his palm and made a crushing motion, as if he could end Sima Yan's life at any moment.
Enraged by their words, Xiao Feng's aura surged, and he wished he could rush up and tear them to pieces immediately.
His eyes were bloodshot with anger, the veins on his temples bulged, and his breathing became heavy.
However, considering Sima Yan's life, he could only suppress his anger, feeling extremely anxious.
"Damn it!" Xiao Feng cursed inwardly. "These two bastards are actually threatening us with Sima Yan's life. What should we do now? If we take a hard line, we might harm Sima Yan. But if we listen to them, who knows what kind of conspiracy they might be plotting?"
The woman in red slowly raised her head, her scarlet eyes staring intently at Zhao Yuwei.
Her face was covered with strange patterns, resembling a blood-red mask that was particularly terrifying.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips as she shrieked, "Zhao Yuwei, stab Xiao Feng to death with a dagger, and I will release Sima Yan, who is bound by eight iron chains and whose soul is separated from his body."
These words were like a bombshell, instantly exploding in the room.
Xiao Feng and Zhao Yuwei's expressions changed drastically at the same time, while the trapped Sima Yan groaned in pain, seemingly feeling even more intense torment.
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