Battle Venerable Feng! Cripple Meng Jin!

A trap;

This was a trap?!

Meng Jin, dragged backward at high speed by Elder Feng, stared so hard his eyes nearly split.

His subordinates—subordinates he had spent so much effort cultivating—were melting and dissolving right before his eyes. Because their Psionic Energy was stronger, the process of melting had become somewhat slower.

If he had noticed something was wrong earlier;

Even if he had shouted a warning two seconds sooner, he could have!

Resisting the surging heat wave and shockwaves, Meng Jin erupted with golden light all over his body, protecting his remaining subordinates, while the whirlwind released by Elder Feng countered the violent energy blast.

However, as the sphere of light gradually dimmed, before Meng Jin and Elder Feng could escape, a black shadow suddenly appeared in their path of retreat.

Black Energy swirled around it;

It was exceptionally pure Black Energy, with not a trace of red within it. The Black Energy was so dense that Meng Jin and Elder Feng could only barely make out a humanoid shape.

"Black Storm!"

Meng Jin abruptly broke free of Elder Feng's whirlwind. His fists swelled to the size of casserole pots as he lunged fiercely toward the shadow ahead.

A red glow appeared within the Black Energy.

They were a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

The sword rose and thrust forward. Spiritual energy surged like an east-flowing river, while demonic energy roared like a tsunami.

All power in this place could be used by him!

Wang Jixuan's battle puppet brought its longsword down in a vertical slash, without a trace of flourish. A Jiaolong Phantom Image appeared behind its body and opened its jaws in a roar at Meng Jin!

The boundless demonic energy pouring in transformed in an instant into Asura Phantoms, each wielding one of more than