The Witch Mark Power of these sorcerers blasted onto Li Qingyun's Turbid Dao clone, yet they could not even break the dark divine-pattern chains circling his body. How could they possibly suppress or injure him?
And when his Hundred Heng Level turbid power crushed down, it was like withered branches and rotten wood being swept aside. Almost no one could withstand a single blow from him.
It was utterly one-sided suppression—a slaughter!
Li Qingyun discovered that after his Turbid Dao clone broke through to the Hundred Heng Level, its strength had undergone earth-shaking changes. Not only did the divine-pattern chains around its body protect it from all force, but even its every gesture had become terrifyingly powerful.
It truly felt as though even the Netherworld Void lay suppressed beneath his feet!
"Unless one is above the Hundred Heng Level, they no longer have the qualifications to stand before this poor Daoist's body..."
That immensely oppressive, three-headed, eight-armed dark demonic body flashed several times through the Netherworld Void. The more than twenty Higher-being Sorcerers who had rushed over all perished amid screams, their witch bodies exploding, leaving neither corpses nor bones behind!
The Turbid Dao clone gathered up the many witch-rule items and slipped beneath the Netherworld Void again before several powerful sorcerers' auras could arrive.
He came and went with ease.
He carried the free and untrammeled bearing of one who could roam wherever he pleased, though the myriad universes were vast.
"These witch-rule items fetch quite a price among the Eternal Clan. They may occasionally be sold at Qingyun Treasure Pavilion's private internal auctions. Before that, of course, my true body will study them first."
Beneath the Netherworld Void, Li Qingyun's Turbid Dao clone took one great stride and crossed the entire Ninety-ninth Sequence Chain, like an unfathomable god