Faced with the gradual disappearance of the black blades that were so closely connected to his mind and spirit, the ghostly creature standing in the distance, hidden within the black mist, was utterly shaken.
The secret technique he had unleashed was his innate divine ability. In his past battles, as long as he used it, he could be said to have slain his opponent without fail. It had never disappointed him.
Yet this time, even after facing a cultivator with only late Ghost Lord cultivation and unleashing all three of his most relied-upon secret techniques, he had still failed to capture his opponent. He was so speechless that he nearly erupted.
Could it be that after thousands of years of seclusion and slumber, the cultivators in the Cultivation World have now grown so much stronger? As this thought crossed his mind, fierce light once again blazed in the eyes of the ghostly creature hidden within the dark mist. As his body moved, the surging black mist suddenly began to churn violently.
Thunder suddenly boomed from within the dark mist. Amid a series of heart-shaking sounds, a gigantic demonic python, forty to fifty zhang long, soared into the air. Gray-black markings covered its enormous body, making it appear incomparably sinister and terrifying.
After its enormous body coiled through the air, a thick mass of dark mist abruptly appeared.
The demonic python twisted and rolled within the dark mist, like a flood dragon descending into the mortal world.
"Junior, you have done well. You actually forced this old man to reveal his true form. With your strength so formidable and your soul force so immense, once this old man devours you, my hidden ailment may truly be healed."
His deep voice rang through the air like repeated peals of thunder descending from