Lin Fan had barely finished speaking when a sharp, ear-piercing howl suddenly rang out.
The sound waves surged forth like raging waves, crushing everything in their path. A strange shadow flashed across the void and swept toward the two of them like a ghost.
Zhou Yun's pretty face changed slightly, but she reacted with astonishing speed. With a wave of her delicate hand, countless purple mists spilled out and gathered into a terrifying phantom with Three Heads Six Arms.
But in the next second, the phantom formed from the countless poisonous mists exploded with a bang the instant it touched that strange shadow.
"How could this be?"
She was utterly shocked.
Although the phantom she had gathered from poisonous energy had no true physical form, even the most powerful cultivator would be corroded instantly upon coming into contact with the slightest trace of it.
Yet not only had it failed to affect the opponent, it had instead collapsed at the first touch.
At that moment, Lin Fan took a step forward. With a sweep of his great sleeve, a paper figurine shot out.
Eight-armed Demonic Mara!
A roar rang out as it transformed into several afterimages.
It soon collided violently with the strange shadow. However, after holding out for only a brief moment, the Eight-armed Rakshasa Paper Figurine exploded on the spot.
A pitch-black tentacle tore through the sky and instantly coiled around Lin Fan and Zhou Yun, then suddenly tightened.
Boom!
The two figures exploded.
"Hm?"
A voice filled with surprise rang out.
A black shadow gazed at the two figures that had turned into paper scraps filling the sky and muttered, "A Paper Figure Puppet."
At that moment, the ground suddenly split open, and two figures emerged. They were Lin Fan and Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun looked at