Qing Chen's expression shifted slightly. Just then-
"Rumble-"
The ground shook strangely once more!
Around Qing Chen, cracks began opening in the ground, and more things burrowed out from below!
One.
Two.
Three.
Eight identical monsters rose from underground!
Even the smaller ones stood thirty to fifty zhang tall, while the larger ones reached seventy to eighty zhang!
Nine monsters in all, nine giants, surrounded Qing Chen tightly.
Within the mouthparts at the centers of their torsos, layers upon layers of fangs slowly writhed, making crunching sounds like bones being chewed.
"This is getting troublesome." Qing Chen drew a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the nine monsters. He felt that they had locked onto him and memorized his aura.
It seemed that even if he found a chance to escape, they would keep following him.
They had no vitality, no divine soul fluctuations, and were nothing like living creatures.
But they possessed formidable strength and bizarre methods of attack.
By Qing Chen's estimate, each of the eight newly emerged giants had combat strength comparable to the Nascent Soul early to middle stages.
Moreover, they could absorb the surrounding Spirit-Severing Qi to recover.
He could not use blood path spells.
He had tried just now. When his blood-baleful demonic sword struck one of the monsters, the Crystal Patterns on its body abruptly lit up, drawing the surrounding Spirit-Severing Qi onto its body and considerably weakening the blood sword's power!
Could this strange Crystal Mo Clan innately control the Spirit-Severing Qi that gave dharma cultivators such headaches?
If Qing Chen applied a large amount of power of blood path rules, the monsters could no longer manipulate Spirit-Severing Qi to reduce the damage, but that would drain him far too heavily.
The power of laws Qing Chen controlled could not break through