The old man dodged, but not completely.
Dead Bone wouldn't have possibly failed to predict this skill. From the initial flank attack to the employment of army-soul skills, to the control of Hong Yi's Illusion Technique, everything was aimed at one goal - beheading.
The old man made a prediction.
And Dead Bone also predicted his prediction.
In an instant, hidden under the dense gray mist, the Underworld Ghost Market hazily appeared in the sky, like a mirage.
The old man, amidst a Light Flash, couldn't escape the confines of the Ghost Market.
The moment he opened his eyes, a Rakshasa with a green face and sharp teeth was right in front of him.
His spear struck like a dragon.
"But I am no weakling."
"Same illusion techniques won't affect me twice."
Gold light flowed from his hand, and tiny golden luminescence floated around him, as if they were little golden swords.
Around him, several dozen Radiant Spirits were also trapped in the Ghost Market.
This was his dependence.
