But just as the cultivators thought Wei Tu would be stopped by those black phantoms, his figure suddenly flickered, condensing similar "black phantoms" around himself.
At the same time, layers of black light spread around the "black phantoms," like mist, shrouding nearly half of the "spirit-restriction wall."
Illusory and real, true and false—dozens of "black phantoms" continuously darted and shifted through the gray-black mist, making it impossible for the black phantoms controlled by A-Da to tell which one was Wei Tu's true body.
"Seven-Wondrous Demon Body, and the same darkness law as mine?"
"Which prodigy of the clan is he?"
A-Da's expression shifted slightly as he hurried onward. He had never expected Wei Tu to be hiding such a trump card, one he had not used even when facing mortal danger before.
His comprehension of this law far surpassed Wei Tu's.
The "black phantoms" he condensed could already serve as false bodies, capable of attacking cultivators.
But no matter how powerful he was, he could not control these "false bodies" to directly strike Wei Tu's true body within the "law domain" formed by the darkness law, preventing him from approaching the spirit-restriction wall.
"Retreat! Guard the Dragon Emperor Ancient Token!"
A-Da's gaze narrowed, and he immediately changed tactics. With a hand seal, another black phantom appeared near the spirit-restriction wall. Its spiritual light flashed, transforming into a dark spiderweb that sealed the "hole" in the spirit-restriction wall melted open by the damaged ancient token.
At the same time, the two black phantoms closing in on Wei Tu stopped paying him any heed. In an instant, they condensed into larger dark spiderwebs and swiftly spread toward the "hole" in the spirit-restriction wall as well.
With these two safeguards protecting the damaged ancient token—
A-Da finally relaxed inwardly. A cold smile crept