Fang Qianyuan stood in silence in the pitch-black courtyard.
Suddenly, the surrounding shadows of trees, the flowers and grass, and even the buildings seemed to come alive, twisting and warping wildly.
The dark shadows transformed into countless terrifying monsters and surrounded him.
They bared their fangs and brandished their claws like ghosts and demons, ready to devour their prey.
"Wind Blade Frost Sword!"
White light appeared in Fang Qianyuan's palm, and a wave of freezing air surged out toward the shadows.
But the shadows churned violently as though boiling. Unafraid of the frost, they surged forward once more.
They coiled around Fang Qianyuan's body and engulfed him, countless tentacles tugging at him as monstrous mouths tore into his flesh.
Pain appeared on Fang Qianyuan's face, but his resolve remained firm and unshaken.
He wrenched at the monstrous shadows, freezing currents spreading over his entire body as he froze his surroundings once again.
Boom!
Rumble!
His fists and palms struck out, making the air thunder. The stone paving around him cracked inch by inch, and even the air began to condense into tiny pieces of ice that swept in every direction.
Although these attacks had little effect on the monstrous shadows, they still could not withstand his seemingly tireless bombardment.
No matter how the shadows tugged and bit, they could only inflict minor wounds, which then continually healed.
In the end, the shadows gave out first. After the fierce battle, they receded like the tide.
Everything before Fang Qianyuan's eyes brightened again, returning to normal.
Before him stood a man with a flushed face, sweat on his forehead, and ragged breathing.
The man was around thirty years old. His name was Luo Song, an expert in illusions whom Sun Zhuo had used his connections to invite from the sect.
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