About as Thin as a Stick Figure

"Slap slap slap slap!"

The many fellow disciples went berserk together, countless bursts of true essence exploding across the skies.

Yet before the Demonic Shadow Master, who kept devouring and growing stronger, they still could not inflict any real damage.

The more fiercely they beat him, the faster that black aura absorbed their vitality and fortune.

By now, the Demonic Shadow Master had already condensed a physical body.

"Not enough. Still not enough."

The Demonic Shadow Master sneered. Watching Xiao Zhan and the others charge at him in a frenzy, he broke into a savage laugh.

Dozens of streams of black aura shot forth, locking every one of the rampaging fellow disciples within them.

Inside Jia Jiaqin's cage of black aura, hundreds of black phoenixes and Desolate Beasts lunged at him at the same time, tearing and biting.

Within Xiao Zhan's cage were countless soul-snaring sounds, as though innumerable people were shrieking and cursing at him. His head throbbed with splitting pain, as if it were about to burst apart.

More than ninety fellow disciples, men and women alike, were all wrapped in black aura. Under those cruel punishments, the vitality within their bodies seemed to be evaporating away.

"Boss!"

Wang Jing Tian and Wang Luoli watched Chi Yitong trapped within the black cauldron, their faces full of anxiety. Chi Yitong had been the one to grant them their opportunity.

They could not simply stand by and watch. They wanted to do something.

"I'm going to save them."

Wang Luoli's expression shifted. Without Chi Yitong, she would have long since become the Black Heaven Sect Master's furnace, suffering a fate worse than death even now.

But because of Chi Yitong, she had not only escaped the Black Heaven Sect Master's demonic clutches, but had even obtained a great opportunity.