A demonic voice whispered softly in his ear.
Elder Wang's pupils instantly dilated to their limits.
That feeling again!
That despair of having everything devoured!
He couldn't even scream before his body rapidly withered and crumbled to dust...
In the end, just like his Junior Brother Liu, he turned into a handful of ashes that scattered in the wind.
[Ding! Devoured one late-stage Golden Core cultivator. Obtained a unit of impure Spiritual Power and fragmentary memories.] [Myriad Things Return to One Art is in operation. Refinement beginning...]
A cold notification rang in his mind.
Han Wuji didn't even glance at the pile of ashes on the ground. He merely raised his head and looked toward the depths of the valley.
A fierce battle was underway there.
He slowly raised a hand and drew out the immense power he had just devoured from Elder Wang's body.
But he didn't absorb it!
Instead, using a mysterious technique, he condensed the power into a gray energy spear filled with an aura of death and resentment.
Zhao Qingcang would recognize this power without a doubt.
It was his Junior Brother Wang's power!
Han Wuji's figure vanished into the shadows once more. Like a ghost, he silently crept toward the battlefield deep in the valley.
The game had only just begun.
Deep in Black Wind Valley.
The longer Zhao Qingcang fought, the more alarmed he became.
This Three-Eyed Demonic Spider was even more troublesome than he had imagined!
Its webbing was unbelievably tough, comparable to a top-grade magic treasure, and coated with poison. Its eight legs were like Divine Weapons and Sharp Tools, each swing carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
The biggest problem was the third eye on its forehead.
That eye could shoot gray-white beams of petrifying