Leave?
How could he leave?
From the moment he stepped onto the footprints, the evil spirits on the ice had already set their sights on him.
Unless he gave up moving forward.
Otherwise, a battle was inevitable!
When he took that step, he had also prepared himself for a fight.
Boom!
Jiang Qiao threw a punch.
His body shot forward, charging straight into the figures.
"Ah—!"
A sharp, ear-piercing howl carried the Supernatural Curse that tore at the mind, surging over like a flood. Thousands of Vicious Ghosts released mental attacks simultaneously. Even a Ninth Tier Expert would have to retreat.
Otherwise, death was certain!
Quantity could bring about qualitative change. The overlapping curses of thousands of evil spirits were enough to pierce through a Ninth Tier barrier.
Even a Ninth Tier Expert would find them difficult to withstand.
However.
The intangible curses.
In the vision of his Dual Pupils, they appeared as a riot of colors. He faced the curses and flashed forward, weaving through them within a hair's breadth.
Both fists swung.
Fist winds and arcs of lightning flashed, tearing open one gap after another at the curses' weak points.
Rumble!
More than a dozen thin, elongated figures were struck by Black Lightning.
In an instant.
The tremendous force sent waves of electricity surging outward, blasting them backward. Before they could even hit the ground, the immense power of the thunder reduced them to powder.
"Hmph!"
"Looking for death!"
Jiang Qiao plunged into the crowd like a wolf among sheep.
His figure flickered.
Another punch shattered the curses, and he charged through the gap into the midst of the evil spirits.
One evil spirit saw him approach.
It suddenly raised its head.
As it moved, hundreds of evil spirits around it also turned to look at Jiang Qiao.