Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, explosions rang out before them. Ye Lin casually dispelled the Void Chains, and the four swiftly pulled apart, staring into the distance.
One powerful expert after another stood rooted to the spot like puppets, utterly motionless.
Endless black mist suddenly billowed from the old man's body, spreading out and enveloping the surrounding experts as well.
"Is he dead or not?"
Dugu Feng gripped his long sword, his face full of vigilance. The three of them had just unleashed their strongest killing moves.
No matter how strong that old man was, he should have been injured at least a little, right?
Li Xiaoyao remained silent. With a gesture of both hands, the Wind Thunder Twin Hammers shot out of the black mist and returned to his grasp.
Poison Venerable watched ahead warily. Why did he feel that the aura in the distance was growing stronger and stronger?
No way, right? Not only had they failed to kill him, but he had become even stronger?
Was that not utterly heaven-defying?
"Heh heh heh, not bad, little ones. That blow of yours hurt this ancestor quite a bit."
A sinister laugh drifted over from afar. As the black mist dispersed, what emerged was a monster covered in countless tentacles.
At its center was an enormous blood-red lump of flesh, countless tentacles extending from its surface.
In the very middle of the fleshy mass was the old man's grotesque face. Beside it were one hideously savage human face after another.
Those faces belonged to the experts from before.
At this moment, they had fused together in an eerie fashion.
And they had grown stronger. The aura they inadvertently gave off made the four men's hearts pound in terror.
"He really got stronger? Damn, that's insane."
Dugu Feng's mouth fell open.