At this moment, the speed of a Xiantian Master was displayed to the fullest.
A distance of dozens of yards vanished in an instant. Qian Ying's figure left an afterimage at the boundary between firelight and darkness, so fast it nearly exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could catch. His right fist surged with immense true qi, compressing the air wildly along its path and producing a piercing boom. Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, it slammed straight toward the Black Shadow's back!
This punch contained Qian Ying's full Cultivation Level. Xiantian Qi roared through his Meridians like a tidal wave; before the fist arrived, its force had already struck first.
Yet the Black Shadow seemed to have anticipated it—or perhaps simply disdained to block it.
Not only did it fail to stop, it retreated even faster in an even stranger posture. It did not look like it was fleeing, but rather merging in. Like a drop of ink falling into Qingshui without stirring the slightest ripple, it instantly blended into the surrounding darkness, becoming indistinguishable from it.
Boom!
Qian Ying's fist struck empty air. The violent force, having lost its target, poured entirely into the ground. With a deafening crash, the hard stone floor was blasted into a pit over a foot deep, and shattered rocks sprayed in every direction like bullets.
Unable to stop his momentum, Qian Ying staggered two steps forward. He abruptly looked up, his pupils shrinking. Before him lay only endless darkness, thick as ink and bottomless.
The Black Shadow had vanished without a trace, as though it had never appeared at all.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Qian Ying's face turned livid. Rage blazed in his eyes, but beneath it was an even deeper wariness.
This monster... there was more than one