Almost at the instant he struck at "Great God Pangu," Shen Lin's other hand was already aimed at the Black Scale stone wall.
"Get out here!"
With a low shout, a surge of power abruptly acted upon that spot.
The pitch-black scales were torn off one by one. The mountain collapsed outright, and even space itself was ripped apart.
"Roar!!!"
Amid a terrifying roar, black tentacles stretched out from that tear in space.
Behind them, within the hidden space, a curled black sphere slowly unfolded its body.
Its round body was covered in writhing tentacles.
It looked somewhat similar to the Collector.
But in Shen Lin's eyes, this thing looked more like a virus magnified countless times over.
Now, after being disturbed by Shen Lin, it crawled out bit by bit through the spatial rift.
An utterly bizarre aura spread little by little, accompanied by the black mist around it.
Yan Shan and the other cultivators immediately felt wave after wave of tremors rising from the depths of their hearts.
An invisible terror enveloped them.
Only then did they realize that it was no black mist at all.
Every bit of what was sliding off the creature's body was a virus, merely countless times smaller.
After leaving its body, the viruses seemed to sense the aura emanating from Yan Shan and the others, as though they understood that these humanoid creatures were food. They surged frenziedly.
A pitch-black tide came rushing toward them.
Boom!
On the other side, "Great God Pangu," who had been driven straight into the ground by Shen Lin's strike, now threw aside layers upon layers of earth and raised his body.
For a moment, the two creatures both stared at Shen Lin with covetous hostility.
In theory, the two were mortal enemies by instinct.
But now,