A faint black glow flashed on that blurry arm, followed by the sudden appearance of a pitch-black earthen wall. This seemingly fragile wall was surprisingly sturdy. When Yi Tian collided with the wall, he couldn't shake it at all; instead, he was pushed back several steps.
The silver light on him faded, and a look of astonishment appeared on Yi Tian's face. He hadn't expected this seemingly insignificant shadow to be so formidable, nor did he anticipate its bizarre methods. Though these techniques appeared quite crude, they were undeniably effective. In his heart, he marveled at the drunkard's exquisite control over the Illusion Realm. Yi Tian's form suddenly blurred again, lunging toward the shadow once more. This time, he dared not be careless. Despite not exerting his full power earlier, he hadn't anticipated the wall's surprising effect.
