At Xiao Yuanjun's warning.
A massive boulder in the city abruptly shattered.
Immediately afterward, a filthy black river more than ten meters wide surged with fearsome force straight toward Zhang Yuan and the other two in the sky.
Zhang Yuan's gaze sharpened. The [Flying Light Sword] flew from between his brows, turning from ethereal to solid. Its wondrous effect, [Light Leap], activated, and tricolored qi-light erupted, severing the black river with a single slash.
The severed black river fell helplessly to the ground, revealing its true form.
"Hair?"
The ten-meter-wide black river was actually made entirely of hair. Some strands were filthy and withered, others clean and lustrous, with faint traces of blood mingled among them.
"A divine ability? Or a spell?"
Zhang Yuan's eyes flickered. He felt that this black river of hair was neither a Perfected Person's divine ability nor an Outer Dao spell in the conventional sense.
Outer Dao spells were all condensed from the magical power of Beyond-the-World Qi Refining Path cultivators, yet this hair clearly contained no Outer Dao magical power. Instead, like a Perfected Person's divine ability, it originated from the user's own body-only it lacked a Perfected Person's imagery.
Zhang Yuan looked down into the city, suddenly recalling something he had overlooked earlier.
Only a few of the corpses in the city were missing arms or legs. The vast majority had had their heads gnawed away.
Strictly speaking, their hair had been gnawed away, taking the crowns of their skulls with it.
As Zhang Yuan pondered, the hair severed onto the ground suddenly regained vitality. It began moving again, gathering toward the boulder that had shattered in the city.
Hundreds of millions of strands of hair gathered together.
There sat a bald old monk, a bizarre mishmash clad in a kasaya yet wearing