Black Mist

Jiang Liu's eyes gleamed with a ghostly light. Crackling sounds rose from his body as two black wings woven from lightning unfurled behind him, and his entire aura abruptly changed.

"That black shadow just now was a spatial divine ability..." Yuan Ming watched Jiang Liu from afar, his expression growing increasingly grave.

He had nearly brought out every trump card he possessed, yet he had still failed to get what he wanted. He had not even managed to injure his opponent.

As thoughts raced through Yuan Ming's mind, he waved a hand and put away the Asura Blood Devouring Diagram and the Ghostly White Bone Banner. Abilities that prevailed through quantity and range were useless against this fellow; keeping them out would only waste spiritual power.

Immediately afterward, he spread his arms wide. His body rapidly swelled, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into an Undying Tree over a dozen zhang tall.

"Eh, Your Excellency is of the Demon Race?" Jiang Liu asked, surprise surfacing in his eyes.

Yuan Ming did not answer. Every root of the Undying Tree plunged into the void and vanished.

Seeing this, Jiang Liu asked no further questions. The wings behind him suddenly flapped, and his figure instantly became a streak of black lightning that shot toward Yuan Ming. Spatial fluctuations lurked within the lightning, making him several degrees faster than before.

Yet at that moment, more than a dozen black roots abruptly emerged from the void before him, all stabbing toward him.

"Spatial divine ability!" Jiang Liu raised a brow, but he did not panic. His body flashed aside to evade them.

But the void behind him trembled faintly, and more than a dozen black roots emerged there as well, like a dozen sharp swords striking at his back.

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