But there were simply too many black dots that had burst from the Black Shadow.
They were densely packed like a sky full of locusts, shrouding the entire hall beneath the shadow of death.
Although those Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists reacted swiftly, immediately circulating all their Blood Qi to form thick Qi and Blood Protective Shields around themselves, they still found themselves hard-pressed against this bizarre, all-pervasive attack.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Muffled impacts rang out one after another from the Protective Shields. Each collision sent violent ripples across the glowing barriers. The Martial Artists gritted their teeth and held on, veins bulging on their foreheads as they pushed their Blood Qi to its limit. Yet there were simply too many black dots, surging forward in endless waves.
Finally, amid a teeth-grinding crack, the Qi and Blood Protective Shield of the Martial Artist at the front shattered first, turning into specks of red light and dissipating into the air. Immediately afterward, as if triggering a chain reaction, the others' Protective Shields shattered as well.
"Ah!"
"Mmph!"
"It hurts!"
Miserable screams rose and fell, echoing throughout the hall and reverberating endlessly off the empty stone walls, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The body tissue that had burst from the Black Shadow landed on the Martial Artists and instantly clung to their skin like Bone-Attached Sores. These Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists could withstand even bullets with their powerful physiques, yet they had never expected the black dots to strike directly at their skin.
The moment the black slime touched their skin, it began to corrode violently, emitting sizzling sounds as clouds of pungent white smoke emerged. The smoke carried a nauseating stench, as though rotting corpses buried for centuries had been dug up once more.
The physical defenses the Martial Artists