The youth "Careful!"
As they stood locked in stalemate, the black threads that had been curling through the room abruptly changed direction and surged toward the people in the corridor, who still had not quite reacted.
The strands of black thread were like whistling arrowheads, and in the blink of an eye, they were already right before them.
Chu Mu's mind moved on instinct. The qi and blood he had only just begun cultivating surged, a scalding heat welled through his body, and though the black threads were a hair's breadth away, they could not advance another inch.
His back was soaked through by the cold sweat that had burst out in an instant. Chu Mu stared at the black threads right before his eyes, not daring to take so much as a full breath.
Up close, the existence of the black threads was far too clear.
Calling them black threads did not seem quite accurate. They were more like wisps of black smoke born from burning, and as if alive, they kept spinning and surging.
"Ah..."
Before Chu Mu even had time to feel lucky, miserable screams were already ringing out one after another along the corridor beside him. One fresh, living life after another, in the span of an instant, was turned into a horrifying Dried Corpse beneath the surge of black threads.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Chu Mu even noticed that as the slaughter continued, the curling black threads seemed to have grown quite a bit.
But perhaps because he had blocked the black threads' erosion, within a few breaths, several more wisps of black thread had appeared in front of him.
Chu Mu gritted his teeth and swung his saber straight at them, but the blade cut through empty air. When it cleaved