"How could this be?" A string of *** galloped through the disciple's mind. Soul-Devouring Nether Light was one of his signature techniques. So long as the nether light struck its target, it would cling to them like gangrene, gathering without dispersing. If the target was of a higher level and possessed a powerful primordial spirit, the Soul-Devouring Nether Light would act like a virus, devouring the target's primordial spirit and multiplying rapidly. The target could only use a portion of their soul power to suppress it, greatly reducing their combat strength. Against lower-level opponents, its effects were even more remarkable. Soul-Devouring Nether Light loved nothing more than bullying the weak. If the primordial spirit was not powerful enough, it would transform into a demon and swallow the target's primordial spirit whole, or become a sharp sword and deal them a crushing blow.
But this fellow's energy fluctuations clearly indicated only a Nascent Demon (Level Six). How could it possibly be completely unharmed?
The disciple was dumbfounded, and Xue Youzi was equally confused. These unprecedented creatures gave him tremendous pressure! That pressure did not come from their strength—everyone understood that clearly—but from the origins of these creatures!
Another of Xue Youzi's body-refining disciples made his move. His figure flashed, splitting into eight afterimages in midair that traced eight different trajectories. Moving even faster than the Zerglings, he intercepted them all. Each duplicate had limbs as stiff as those of a dried corpse, yet whenever one threw a punch, the air boomed thunderously. Their fists struck the Zerglings, immediately denting their hard carapaces. The bones in the struck bodies shattered into powder in an instant. That was not all: a faint black energy seeped from the fists into the Zerglings' bodies, extinguishing every trace of life.
Then, the eight duplicates merged into