He swept the tree back and forth, clearing out nearly all the Dwarfs nearby. Tang Changsheng laughed heartily. Apparently finding the method too crude, he hurled the tree away, flattening the last few unlucky Dwarfs. Only then did he clap his hands and turn to leave.
But they seemed determined to keep after Tang Changsheng. He had taken only a few steps when—
All along the riverbank, more and more things crawled out of the muddy yellow water. It seemed whoever lurked behind them could no longer hold back.
This time, there were not only Dwarfs but also many Shaman Barbarian corpses. They were clearly dead, yet none had the pale, bloated look of the drowned. Instead, their bodies were black as iron.
Among them were giant turtles and strange fish whose shapes were hard to make out. Like walking corpses, they clambered stiffly onto the bank one after another and closed in on Tang Changsheng.
Tang Changsheng sneered and unfurled the Myriad Forms Mirror. His Illusory Spirit power, twisted and amplified through it, warped the surroundings with a powerful invisible field.
Every Dwarf that came within thirty feet of Tang Changsheng staggered as though drunk and began slaughtering its own kind.
This Illusory Spirit Realm had almost surpassed the Illusory Spirit stage. It was nearing the signature power normally possible only for a Yin Spirit: a field of force under its control.
Even Tang Changsheng had not expected the Myriad Forms Mirror to wield such tremendous power when he awakened his Heavy Python Bloodline.
Within thirty feet of him, gravity itself seemed to warp, shifting strangely according to his will.
Now, for instance, Tang Changsheng turned the Myriad Forms Mirror and approached a group of things that had just come ashore. Every corpse among them tumbled straight back into