With that low shout, a thunderous boom erupted within the battle circle, as though the earth had split apart.
The ground shook violently.
Countless silvery-white magnetic threads burst through the hard rock like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, shooting outward.
Rather than gathering into bundles, the magnetic threads spread into vast, spiderweb-like nets.
Their primary targets were not the Golden Yaksha, whose attacks were the strongest, but the elusive Ghost Yaksha and Poison Yaksha.
The magnetic threads coiled around them, seeking gaps in the circulation of their corpse baleful intent and threading into every opening.
The Ghost Yaksha abruptly faltered, its speed plummeting.
The Poison Yaksha received particular attention, with dozens of magnetic threads clinging like maggots to bone, trying to burrow into the mouthparts from which it spewed poisonous mist!
"Primal Magnetism Storm? Is this all it amounts to?!" At the sight, the Three Corpses Devil Lord shook the Demon Banner in his hand furiously, his movements growing ever broader.
Even denser streams of corpse baleful true essence poured into the three corpses like a surging river.
The Ghost Yaksha let out a piercing shriek. Its ghostly blue claws swelled instantly, becoming two enormous blue scythes that forcibly tore through the net of magnetic threads wrapped around it.
The Poison Yaksha also inhaled sharply, drawing back most of the poisonous mist it had expelled and forming a dark green shield of mist around its body to protect itself.
But that momentary delay was enough for a physical powerhouse like Qing Chen!
A fierce gleam flashed through his eyes. Demonic qi and qi and blood erupted around him, directly scattering the remaining poisonous mist.
The magnetic runes beneath his feet lit up again.
The Third Demonic Aspect instantly shifted into the Second Demon Aspect, empowering his physical body as