Demonic Cultivator

BOOM!

A thunderous roar echoed into the cave dwelling. Chen Changming, who was in the midst of condensing his Golden Core, could not help but arch a brow.

He sent out a strand of divine sense, instantly spotting a gaunt man at the fourth level of the Golden Core stage, who was currently hovering in mid-air with a sinister grin plastered across his face.

"Damn it!"

Chen Changming cursed inwardly.

Although condensing a Golden Core was less perilous than the initial breakthrough, such a disturbance would have surely startled an ordinary cultivator, causing their condensation to fail.

Fortunately, Chen Changming possessed an iron will, and with his divine sense split into twenty-seven strands, he was capable of multitasking; thus, he remained completely unaffected by the violent vibrations.

Within the cave, the Spirit-Devouring Insect stood guard.

Chen Changming issued a mental command, and the Spirit-Devouring Insect immediately darted out.

"Strange, why hasn't the aura of the Golden Core condensation been disrupted?"

High in the air, the gaunt man felt no signs of a collapsing Golden Core, which struck him as odd. Just as he prepared to release his divine sense to investigate, he saw a streak of black light fly toward him.

The black light was so swift that it sent a jolt of terror through his heart.

In his haste, he opened his mouth and spat out a large, black, silken net, casting it toward the source of the black light.

He himself retreated rapidly.

The black light was incredibly agile, dodging the net in the nick of time.

The Spirit-Devouring Insect opened its maw and released a Spirit Energy Barrier, trapping the man inside.

"Eh? What is this?"

Trapped within the Spirit Energy Barrier, the man struck out repeatedly, but no matter what he did, he could not break