Among them, it was only natural that the Shadow King struck first.
His spirit creature, the shadow beast, wielded yin-escape power to manipulate shadows.
It existed between the tangible and the intangible, freely shifting between corporeal and incorporeal forms and coming and going at will. Without the appropriate power to counter shadow escape, ordinary people could find no way to deal with it.
Even accomplished Spirit Tamers could often only resist it with their own origin energy, with few means of specifically countering it.
As a veteran powerhouse who had entered the Dao through a shadow beast and even refined it to the heaven tier realm, the Shadow King's mastery of this spirit creature had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Whether launching ambushes, concealing himself, or retreating, commanding the shadow beast gave him an enormous advantage, allowing him to seize the initiative with ease.
In a single leap, he appeared out of thin air before Fang Qianyuan. Several pitch-black figures sprang from behind him almost simultaneously, black claws taking shape at the ends of their arms as they bared their fangs and brandished their claws like monsters.
This was a cloning art of the Shadow Dao. By channeling spirit essence into shadows, the shadow beast concealed in the darkness could catalyze clones, condensing tangible bodies out of thin air that obeyed its will and attacked enemies like puppets.
These clones were extremely fragile, but their strength lay in their lightness and agility. Used properly, they could deliver devastating attacks, even throwing themselves forward one after another like death warriors to overwhelm an enemy with numbers.
Facing the attack, Fang Qianyuan stood his ground as an intense golden glow burst from his body.
A vast, majestic power erupted, seemingly embodying the ultimate strength of everything most solid and complete in this