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Yet what Zhu Yanfeng's stone armor and Golden Bell could stubbornly withstand was, ultimately, only the head-on impact of the corrupting torrent.
The raging, murky currents of corruption sweeping around both sides and overhead carried an endless will of darkness and decay. In an instant, they reached Chen Zhang's four clones.
"Green Duckweed Secret Sword · Thorn Halo!"
The nearest clone forced out what little soul power he had left and crossed his arms, attempting to activate a defensive soul bone skill. A ring of soul power bristling with spikes abruptly lit up before him!
"Cloudwater Pass Secret Sword · Sword Wall of Condensed Light!"
Another clone endured his injuries and plunged his illusory longsword into the ground, drawing on his last reserves of soul power to form a seemingly thick, sturdy wall of light before him!
Unfortunately, they were only clones, already covered in wounds, with less than a tenth of their soul power remaining!
Ssssss-!
Riiip!
The power of the ninth soul skill, imbued with an illusory phenomena level conception of corrosion, instantly battered the thorn halo out of shape. Its spikes withered and snapped, and the ring shattered.
The sword wall of light lasted less than half a breath before rapidly dissolving under that corrosion, like snow doused in boiling oil, crumbling into nothing.
"Aaargh-!!"
The four clones had no strength to resist that terrifying power. Under the raging scour and erosion of the corrupting currents' soul power, they were completely engulfed amid agonized screams, reduced to scattered motes of shattered soul power that vanished into the murky tide of energy without leaving a trace.
Facing the