"Monster, die!"
Just as Lu Qing crushed Mo Cangtian to pieces, countless streams of black water appeared around him, forming a prison that completely hemmed him in.
The power emanating from these black streams was far more terrifying than the black roots from before.
Not only did they possess an immensely powerful binding force, they also gave off waves of stench and contained incomparably dreadful corrosive power.
An ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivator would probably instantly dissolve into a pool of blood, body and soul destroyed, from inhaling even the slightest trace.
If even a single drop fell upon the earth, it would inevitably create a dead zone where not a blade of grass would grow for ten thousand years within a radius of hundreds or thousands of miles.
Even Luo Yuantian and the other Integration Realm cultivators watching the battle changed color somewhat.
They reckoned that even their true bodies, if faced with those black streams, would be lucky to merely lose a layer of skin rather than die.
That was already a killing move truly comparable to the trump cards of experts at their level.
Yet in the face of such horrifying poisonous black water, Lu Qing's gaze remained calm.
He looked up and saw that the Gray-robed Old Woman's body was gradually fading.
So she had actually used a sacrificial technique, offering up this Divine Sense Clone of hers in exchange for the power to unleash this ultimate killing move.
Seeing Lu Qing completely trapped by the black streams, a faint smile appeared on the Gray-robed Old Woman's increasingly translucent face.
She believed that before her all-corroding poisonous black water, imbued with the power of laws, no matter how formidable Lu Qing's fleshly body was, he would be unable to resist and would dissolve into a puddle