Seeing the strange inky air mass spew from the Ink Sand Python's mouth, the fleeing cultivator ahead turned pale. In frantic haste, he flung out a lotus-shaped magic treasure from his hand. It transformed into a three-colored arc that shielded his back.
Yet the moment the magic treasure left his hand, the black substance all around surged toward it as though drawn in. In just moments, the three-colored arc had absorbed a great deal of black matter, and its radiance dimmed somewhat. Meanwhile, the Ink Sand Python's air mass darted through the black forest like a fish through water, swiftly plunging into the three-colored arc!
With a thunderous BOOM, the air mass struck the three-colored arc, producing a deafening roar. The tremendous force stretched the arc long and thin. Then, with another BANG, the air mass burst through the arc and shot like a meteor straight at the cultivator's back!
"Fellow Daoists, save me!" Seeing his magic treasure broken so easily, the cultivator panicked somewhat. Yet this clearly was not the first time it had been destroyed. With a nimble turn, he lunged toward Zhu Chenghe, who stood ahead to his left.
The air mass had originally been aimed at the cultivator, but when he abruptly changed direction, it could not fully catch up. Instead, after a slight turn, it smashed directly toward Zhu Chenghe.
"Damn it!" Zhu Chenghe had not expected the cultivator to be so treacherous. Without even exchanging names, without so much as a warning, he had diverted disaster onto him. Zhu Chenghe was instantly enraged. But with the air mass upon him, he had no time for anything else. He shook his robe and raised his right hand from within it. At this moment, Zhu Chenghe's right hand had taken on a faint golden hue, strikingly