The dark figures behind him drew ever closer.
They followed close behind Song Chi, Sword Qi condensed from black mist whistling incessantly past his sides, over his head, and beneath his feet.
If I don't find a way to replenish my spiritual energy, I'll die!
Song Chi gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and circulated his cultivation technique, attempting to absorb the black crystal in his hand.
Hum...
The instant the black energy entered his body, Song Chi shuddered violently.
It felt as though countless icy needles had pierced his mind.
The scant spiritual energy remaining within him was rapidly corroded and swallowed up by the invading black energy.
"Urgh!"
Song Chi grunted, stumbling.
Just then, another black blade slashed toward him, this time aimed at his neck.
Song Chi twisted aside on instinct, barely avoiding it.
The black blade grazed his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.
His pursuers were already within arm's reach!
I'm done for!
In desperation, he disregarded the pain churning through his body like raging seas and forcibly poured that savage black energy into his meridians.
Whatever it is, I'll channel it first and worry later!
He forcibly set the circulation route of the Formless Sword Scripture into motion.
The wildly rampaging black energy actually began flowing through his body along the technique's prescribed route!
Almost instinctively, Song Chi called upon that barely tamed black energy and slashed his sword at the nearest dark figure!
"Get the hell away from me!"
A jet-black streak of Sword Qi tore through the air, far more solid and far faster than his earlier phantom swords of light.
Thud!
The dark figure's forward charge abruptly halted. The slash sent it flying backward, black energy roiling in its chest; it had clearly suffered a severe injury.
Song Chi froze.
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