Spirit Sorcerer's Advancement

The shadow ghost plummeted hundreds of miles from top to bottom. Ordinary Void Stepping cultivators would have all their internal organs churned upside down and spurted out a few mouthfuls of dark blood, but he possessed a unique physique, and his speed not only didn't decrease but actually increased.

Such a speed was already quite astonishing, yet right behind him, a faint shadow chased and clung constantly. It seemed to harbor no killing intent, but it locked onto his vital aura like a lingering specter... This was truly moving as a shadow.

Azure firmament continuously spun around his body, cloud vapor flying past, while deep crisis filled the heart of the shadow ghost.

The shadow in the sky grew increasingly heavy. The opponent was merely building momentum without striking because they were separated by a thousand miles and could not succeed in a single blow; once they accumulated that formidable divine intent to a certain degree, making a move would be inevitable!

With a sharp, piercing screech, the shadow behind the shadow ghost swelled abruptly, revealing a ferocious visage and lunging to kill. It looked illusory, yet carried the force of ten thousand jun. The shifting of power within it resembled a smelting furnace, capable of reducing even something as hard as steel to powder.

The strike hit squarely in the back of the shadow ghost's heart. A muffled explosion sounded mid-air, and that semi-illusory figure fully bore the immense force, instantly dissolving into a puddle of mud.

Anyone looking would think he was dead beyond a doubt, but that mud-like remnant torso vanished in a flash like foam. The demonic shadow in the rear launched a thunderous strike, and when things reached their peak they declined, inevitably resulting in stagnation. How could it possibly have time to gather power