Ang Xiao's projection was still pondering, but Lü Yang had already made his move.
In this moment, within the small world where the two stood, time seemed to accelerate. Mountains and rivers changed, the sun and moon spun, and millions of years passed in the blink of an eye.
Instantly, the Qi trace of Ang Xiao's projection began to weaken. Its originally vigorous life force vanished into thin air, replaced by a thick aura of decay. It was as if it had suddenly reached old age. Behind the mist on its face, those narrow eyes lost their luster and grew turbid.
'An embodiment of time?'
The projection of Ang Xiao was stunned for only a moment before it regained its composure and chuckled. "Daoist, such a petty trick cannot harm me."
Before it could finish speaking, a burst of smoke erupted!
It was still the Veil of the Trees, but its application had changed. Lü Yang felt his mind grow slightly heavy, and a thought subconsciously surfaced:
'What did I just do?'
