Han Yu really wanted to curse, this fight was too oppressive.

Who knows how many tricks this peddler-like man on the other side still has.

He couldn’t move again. Just as he was about to blast the opponent with his fist, he suddenly couldn’t move without any reason.

No, it’s not without reason!

At this moment, four new puppets appeared, each extending a strange force from their hands that completely locked his fists and feet.

Another strange power he had never seen before, or perhaps ability.

It didn’t seem like a Cultivation Technique, this power was peculiar and eerie, giving an incredibly resilient feeling after contact, evident from its ability to hold Han Yu’s fists in midair.

But to say it’s a Divine Technique is also impossible; if it were, the Artifact Spirit would definitely detect it.

Bastard!

Han Yu gritted his teeth and pulled, just breaking this force, but was immediately caught again in the reverse grip. After such a cycle, he flared with anger, summoning four Cyan Dragons to try to entirely destroy the puppets, but new ones appeared, swallowing the Cyan Dragons with no effort!

"I must get rid of this disgusting thing!"

Han Yu had never been so disgusted by someone before.

Using his Divine Techniques, the other side just devoured them.

When he used his physical strength, the other side simply slowed him down!

When attacking, the opponent used strange abilities to hold him back.

It seemed like there was never a proper fight from start to finish, the opponent just kept pinning him down, causing his mentality to collapse.

The envoy naturally watched with schadenfreude; this is exactly why he didn’t want to provoke the peddler.

He had too many methods to toy someone to death. Anyone who encountered him always ended up the same way.

No matter how strong you are, there will always be weaknesses, and the peddler excels at continuously magnifying these weak points, making your strength impossible to utilize, slowly wearing you down, and eventually torturing you mentally and physically.

"Maybe we should withdraw first!"

The Artifact Spirit looked at the multitude of puppets surrounding Han Yu through the Sea of Consciousness, feeling a sense of foreboding.

With so many puppets, each having strange powers, either restricting or weakening him, how could he possibly fight!

Forget earning that thirty years of Qi Fortune, being able to escape already would be a blessing.

Han Yu was extremely upset, forcibly calming down, realizing that continuing this way would likely lead to his downfall, hurriedly and frantically trying to break free from that binding strange force.

But the more he struggled, the more entangled the force became.

"Use the knife!"

The Artifact Spirit urgently reminded.

Han Yu suddenly understood, of course! I also have something to counter the opponent.

The Blade of Authority, surely you don’t have a counteracting measure for it!

Thinking of this, Han Yu immediately formed a virtual grip with both hands, holding a long knife only he could see, slicing towards those four strange forces.

"What’s he doing?"

The peddler naturally couldn’t see what Han Yu was holding, frowning and asking.

"Stop him, what he’s holding can cut through Origins!"

The envoy cried out urgently, this was exactly the means by which he himself was chopped to pieces.

The envoy’s warning was ultimately a bit late. Han Yu’s slashing speed was extremely fast, and the four binding forces, originally extending from the puppets, quickly lost all their power with the deprivation of the West River Slash.

With a plop, the annoying things fell one after another, as Han Yu completely regained his freedom, his gaze sharpened, staring viciously at the two.

"Don’t be reckless!"

The Artifact Spirit panicked, knowing Han Yu’s nature, it feared that he might get carried away.

Indeed, Han Yu was somewhat headstrong. With the Blade of Authority suppressing the opponent, how could he let these bastards go.

Without hesitation, he lifted the knife to slash, moving with lightning speed, already in front of the two once again, with eight icy puppets blocking ahead, attempting to slow and freeze Han Yu again.

This time, Han Yu exerted all his strength, veins bulging like dragons on his arms, each slash carrying a gust of wind, within moments, slashing a hundred consecutive times, all eight puppets fell to the ground.

"Now it’s your turn."

Han Yu was full of confidence, finally feeling a sense of liberation.

"Idiot, look around you!"

The Artifact Spirit chastised sadly.

Han Yu was initially stunned, then finally noticed the puppets quietly floating around.

As many as sixty-four puppets hovered in every corner, the peddler’s eyes smiling, speaking mockingly, "In my life, I’ve met countless fools who thought they could kill me, can you guess why I’m still alive?"

"Because my methods are so numerous, they make my opponents’ scalps tingle!"

Sixty-four icy auras launched simultaneously, Han Yu didn’t even have time to speak before he was directly frozen into a gigantic ice sculpture. This power did not stop there, and within just a few blinks, it turned a five-mile radius into a neutral zone...

A hundred miles away, on the Celestial Wave Ferry, it was eerily silent, and the group had been waiting for half a two-hour period, still getting no news of Han Yu’s return.

"You all should head back! I’ll stay here and wait."

Throughout, Ling Wuce had advised Quan Xiaotong to leave multiple times to no avail, yet continued tirelessly persuading.

The two most powerful figures in the Fifth Tower really shouldn’t keep getting embroiled in this; any mishap could be fatal for the Fifth Tower.

"Had I known, I wouldn’t have suggested you come."

He really didn’t expect the opponent’s retaliation to be so swift. Within just one day, they had already hit back.

"If the two of us didn’t come, where could you place the people?"

Quan Xiaotong shook his head, nowhere would work, so coming personally wasn’t wrong, especially since this trip wasn’t entirely without gains.

It’s just unsure how Han Yu is doing now.

"I left a few people ten miles away to keep watch, who knows how things are going?"

Ling Wuce was also feeling uneasy now.

Shortly after he finished speaking, several panicked figures burst through the sky, those left as lookouts.

Something happened!

Quan Xiaotong felt a sudden thud in his heart, his entire heart sinking to the bottom, he didn’t even need them to speak to guess seven to eight tenths from their expressions.

Sure enough, one of the cultivators swallowed, displaying a look of sheer terror.

"The land within five miles around is all frozen!"

One couldn’t help but be scared, this was beyond human capability, terrifying; in just an instant, all life within those five miles was extinguished, becoming a frozen world.

"A piece of land vanished, and the people along with it..."

Another cultivator hurriedly added.

"The land for one mile, it’s as if someone sliced it away, leaving a huge hole."

Ling Wuce’s face changed, people vanished? Land vanished too? What’s happened to Han Yu?

...

At this moment, Han Yu was on a deserted island, no, technically a piece of land adrift on the ocean.

The peddler had packaged and taken him along with the land!

Sixty-four puppets continuously hovered in their respective spots, maintaining the imprisoning power within one mile.

Within the enormous ice sculpture, Han Yu was entirely unable to move, the only thing capable of moving was his thoughts.

In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit had been scolding non-stop all the way.

This time it was truly infuriated, "I told you not to be reckless, not to be reckless, yet you just had to act stubborn, now you’re stuck!"

Han Yu was also quite helpless; how could he have known the opponent’s ability could stack so mercilessly?

"What do we do now?"

Getting out is what’s important.

The Artifact Spirit sulkily turned its head away, it had no solution.

"No more hope, you’d better pray you truly are the Plague God, see if you can mess them up then look for a chance to escape, like in the next moment, turning a corner and meeting their nemesis, then let the devils fight among themselves till they’re dog tired."

But that was far too illusory to even consider, Han Yu didn’t dare think about it.

Outside the ice sculpture, the envoy had been staring at him for more than a moment.

Moreover, the look from the other made him feel a bit uneasy at heart.

The envoy seemed to know Han Yu could hear, intentionally sneering aloud, "I should throw you into a latrine and pickle for ten days to half a month!"