The cheers had barely died down when more cultivators rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.
Some brought out long sabers and hacked at Black Shadow's limbs; others crushed talismans, blasting open sheets of flame. Even several minor cultivators in the Dao Palace Realm gave everything they had, driving their spiritual power into fine needles and firing them at Black Shadow's vital points.
But this only thoroughly enraged Black Shadow.
A deafening roar rolled from its throat. The black threads around its body suddenly swelled several times thicker, as thick as water barrels, sweeping out with a shriek that tore through the air.
"Watch out!"
Zhou Shan howled as he swung his axe to block, but a black thread struck the axe's face. He was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, spraying blood from his mouth.
Wherever the black threads passed, cultivators screamed as they were bound. Some were torn directly in two, while others were dragged toward the swamp and wrapped in black threads in an instant, transformed into wisps of vital essence that Black Shadow sucked into its mouth.
In just a few breaths, several dozen more people perished.
Qin He frowned tightly. Black Shadow's resilience far exceeded his expectations.
He no longer held back. The Demonic Cloud Millstone in his dantian spun madly, and the Demonic Essence around him condensed into a pitch-black longsaber. Fine demonic patterns covered its blade, faintly exuding an aura that seemed capable of devouring everything.
"Hah!"
Qin He gave a low shout and shot forward like an arrow, evading several incoming black threads before slashing at the smoking wound in Black Shadow's chest.
This slash contained a considerable amount of Demonic Essence and carried secret patterns of terrifying destructive force, whistling sharply as though it could rip space apart.
"Sizzle—" The