Hundred Spider Woman

"Hm? No wonder... Everyone else must have come from projections identical to themselves, while you were the original, weren't you? Of all people to imitate, you had to imitate that little Chong Ying. It would have been strange if you hadn't been exposed."

After tearing Shi Feng apart with a backhanded strike, Zhang Chen suddenly sensed dense waves of ghostly aura drifting out from inside the "Chong Ying" corpse he had cut apart earlier. He frowned and kicked off the ground, pulling away from the corpse.

The "Chong Ying" body, sliced into five pieces on the floor, rapidly regenerated before the naked eye and fused itself back together.

This time, however, it did not take Chong Ying's original form. Instead, it became a woman whose skin was even paler than Chong Ying's. Her mottled white bare feet stood upon the cold tiled hallway floor. The woman, who had initially faced away from Zhang Chen, twisted her head around by 180 degrees, turning a flat, featureless face toward him.

"What kind of ability is this?! Dangerous!"

The twenty-meter distance between them vanished in an instant. Much like the first cultivator who had died, that deathly pale face was now only inches from Zhang Chen's own.

When Zhang Chen tried to move, he discovered that his brain had lost control over his body. Countless transparent threads had already formed connections with him from that flat, featureless face. The threads had entered his skull and taken control of every neuron in his brain.

The only thing Zhang Chen could still control was his own consciousness. He activated the Soul Stone.

"First Form - White Devourer!"

Every cell in his body took on a tooth-like structure. Near the lower middle of the back of his head, his First Form body automatically detected a clump