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The illusory arm clutching the black locust seemed stubbornly pressed down, yet even though it could pull at the great tree bound to it, it could not break through the wall of wind before it, rendering its efforts somewhat pitifully futile.
Crack!
Gathering all its strength, the illusion finally broke free one arm.
"Huh."
The Five Directions Bodhisattva slightly raised an eyebrow, unconcerned about these minor changes.
The opponent's life was already completely in his grasp.
Once the protective glow on that Dharma Aspect was worn away, it would be the time for the opponent to meet their end in the Eight Extremes Valley.
Suddenly, his composed gaze flickered for a moment, as a wisp of gray mist silently appeared in his line of sight.
Before the Five Directions Bodhisattva could react, the gray mist had already engulfed his entire vision, swallowing the fierce wall of wind.
