Watching the nearly fatal blade light he had unleashed shatter, Luo Changling's face went blank for an instant. What the hell was that pitch-black thing?
Where had those three hands come from?
Even if it were true qi, it shouldn't look like this!
Besides, it wasn't true qi. From the sensation of his blade intent's power, Luo Changling knew it was something tangible. But how could anyone grow three hands?
The Black Fiend Sect?...
At that moment, countless thoughts flashed through Luo Changling's mind. His emotions rose and fell like a roller coaster, filled with shock and confusion.
Feeling that ferocious aura and looking at Zhu Wushi's current appearance, Luo Changling even felt a chill run through him. A trace of fear seeped uncontrollably into his eyes.
Zhu Wushi stood with his back to Luo Changling, seemingly leaving himself completely exposed. Yet from beneath the robes on his back, a large black hand protruded.
It was a black claw. Each finger was over ten centimeters long, its tips sharp as spikes. A cold glint flashed along its pointed edges, while ferocious, violent aura and killing intent filled it.
It seemed to grow from Zhu Wushi's back. At times it flowed like soft water, and at others it was as tough and indestructible as refined steel, impossible to fathom!
When Luo Changling's blade light had struck just now, this thing had instantly surged from Zhu Wushi's back. It seeped out like a mass of water, passing through the tiny gaps in Zhu Wushi's clothes without damaging his robes in the slightest.
In Luo Changling's eyes, his blade light had broken through the protective qi around Zhu Wushi and was just about to cut him down.
But the black fluid seeping from Zhu Wushi's back had suddenly transformed into a large black