The demonic cultivators were horrified. Black clouds like these claimed lives in an instant; their power was truly beyond anything ordinary people could withstand.
They watched helplessly as thousands upon thousands of powerful Corpse Puppets and Unorthodox Cultivators were engulfed and killed without the slightest ability to resist. They could think of no way to stop it.
The ruthless, overbearing side of the power of laws revealed itself. Even zombies and ghosts-beings ordinary people considered long dead-fell just as eerily, their souls scattered into nothingness.
"Run!"
Those of the Nether Path reacted swiftly, immediately trying to retreat beyond the area covered by the black clouds.
But Shu Changsheng did not remain where he was. He immediately gave chase.
"He's coming again!"
"Seal your nostrils and stop breathing! Don't let it touch you!"
"This stuff contains the power of death. One whiff means instant death!"
Some knowledgeable cultivators transmitted their voices in every direction, informing everyone of countermeasures.
But how could the true essence of laws be so easily dealt with?
Under Shu Changsheng's control, the Incense Essence of the Soul-Reaping Incense formed clouds resembling a divine domain. Ordinary cultivators could not withstand their corrosive advance at all. Their protective gang was melted clean through, and they died on the spot.
Even the Core Formation Cultivators sensed extreme danger.
This was power of an exceptionally high order, forcing them to expend their full strength protecting themselves, without daring to relax for a moment.
Shu Changsheng formed another spell seal, repeatedly waving the command-banner-shaped Magic Treasure in his hand.
This was the Plague-Bearing Banner, a secret treasure bestowed by the Heavenly Court. Streams of reddish-yellow energy resembling poisonous miasma swirled forth, breaking gang qi and destroying spells.
Anyone whose Protective Gang Qi was breached died instantly upon coming into contact with even