In Wu Feng's perception, these fellows began laughing wildly one after another. They opened their mouths wide, threw back their heads, and thrust the treasured swords in their hands into their mouths.
Next, these immortals devoured the swords, and their figures began overlapping as well. In the end, only one immortal remained where they had been.
At this moment, the immortal's form underwent a tremendous change.
It was a frenzied transformation.
The immortal's clothes vanished, and its skin disappeared as well. Its pitch-black muscles and bizarre purple bones were exposed to the air.
A dark flame burned fiercely in the region of its heart.
The immortal turned its grotesque, skinless face toward Wu Feng and gave him an eerie smile. Then it abruptly thrust its hand through the bones of its chest and deep into its heart.
When the immortal pulled its hand back out, it dragged the flame with it, holding it in its palm as it burned fiercely.
Then the immortal let out a roar and threw the dark flame at Wu Feng's protective barrier with all its strength.
The flame immediately came into contact with the protective barrier.
Wu Feng instantly felt many strange figures appear around him.
Originally, these figures had not existed.
Yet under the illumination of the black flame, they appeared from nothing.
Not only had they appeared, they had also broken through Wu Feng's protective barrier without any obstruction and begun approaching him step by step.
One step, then another. Those strange, twisted figures walked toward Wu Feng. The eerie pressure they brought made him frown involuntarily.
"So this is true weirdness."
Wu Feng abandoned one clone, while his main body flew into the sky and concealed itself. He wanted to see what would happen if a battle broke out next.
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