Huo Yuanqiu's expression turned sharply alarmed. As he flew backward, the Nether Crow Fan in his hand swept rapidly, stirring up gust after gust of fierce wind.
It forcefully scattered the vast swathes of Yin Qi phantoms rushing toward him.
This strange jet-black feather fan seemed to possess some kind of magic. The fierce winds it fanned out carried an even more intensely yin aura, which was why they could so easily disperse those phantoms.
But the Yin Qi surrounding him was like a sea and a mountain, impossible to fan away completely. Before the phantoms ahead had fully dissipated, those behind them were already surging forward like mad.
After only a few exchanges, more than half of Huo Yuanqiu's spiritual energy had been depleted.
"Gather!"
Huo Yuanqiu knew he could not drag this out. With his aura thrown into disorder, he forced out a mouthful of essence blood and sprayed it onto the surface of the jet-black feather fan.
In an instant, crimson light flashed across the fine black patterns on the fan, and a terrifying power of absorption burst forth.
Huo Yuanqiu raised his hand and gave it a shake. The Nether Crow Fan split apart, nine black feathers scattering all around him.
When the Yin Qi phantoms filling the sky touched the defensive perimeter formed by those nine black feathers, they were like ice meeting fire, melting away in an instant.
The melted "droplets" then all sank into the black feathers, absorbed by them.
Since ancient times, Nether Crows had possessed the ability to gather all manner of evil qi beneath heaven. Mere Death Yin Qi was naturally nothing worth mentioning.
Had he not been forced into a desperate corner, Huo Yuanqiu, given his nature, would never have used this Nether Crow Fan.
His strength was insufficient