Thousands upon thousands of monsters were guided by Chen Mo through the formation to the Shadow Man and delivered to him for slaughter.
The Shadow Man refused none of them. He simply swung his staff, and every sweep wiped out a large area.
The monsters' bodies piled higher and higher after being beaten to death. Yet the Black Shadow grew more excited with every kill, as though the resentment he had suppressed for over a thousand years was finally being released through slaughter.
That made sense. After Song Wanxi died, his doubts about himself, his longing for Song Wanxi, the upheaval in the sect, his master's departure, and everything else had truly made him wish for death.
But that a little bit of persistence in his heart had ultimately kept him alive. Still, who could possibly understand the sorrow within him?
Every day beneath the Lake Bottom, enduring the scouring waters, only those beautiful memories could make him feel that he was still human.
Yet under such circumstances, his cultivation had steadily regressed. He had fallen from the peak of the Golden Core Realm all the way to the Initial Stage of the Golden Core Realm. No one would have been able to accept that calmly.
The monsters howled and roared as they charged toward the Black Shadow. But as he slaughtered them, their footsteps began to hesitate.
However, Chen Mo had unexpectedly used the formation from behind to send those monsters one by one before the Black Shadow for him to kill.
Meanwhile, the Green Jade Sword repeatedly circled the Black Shadow and attacked him, leaving hundreds of small wounds on his legs.
The monsters created from the spear armor were not particularly powerful. Against the Black Shadow, they could not even last a single exchange. Fortunately, there were