Ye Feng hurriedly turned his will into a longsword and slashed at the blackish-purple smoke.
But the purplish-black smoke was like actual smoke. The longsword passed straight through it, splitting it in half without causing much damage.
Not only that, but Ye Feng's slash was like stirring up a hornet's nest. The consciousnesses that had been keeping one another in check seemed to have found prey at the same time. They broke away from the smoke one after another, turning into black mist and attacking Ye Feng.
Seeing this, Ye Feng hurriedly slashed at one of the approaching clouds of black mist. It immediately let out a scream, then dissipated.
Ye Feng naturally had no fear of a single cloud of black mist, but the purplish-black smoke seemed to contain an endless supply. Hundreds of clouds had already separated from it, yet its volume seemed not to have diminished at all, and it continued producing more.
In an instant, clouds of black mist swarmed toward Ye Feng from every direction. He kept slashing, destroying one consciousness after another.
But the black mist only grew more numerous. Seeing this, Ye Feng had no choice but to use a powerful move.
Ye Feng slashed forward with all his strength, immediately destroying several consciousnesses and clearing a little space.
Then Ye Feng formed hand seals with both hands, and lightning immediately began flashing around them.
Ye Feng hurriedly swept his hands around him. Wherever the lightning passed, any black mist it touched immediately dissipated.
In just a short while, Ye Feng destroyed nearly a thousand clouds of black mist.
But the remaining black mist seemed to realize that the lightning was dangerous, and began dodging it.
By the time the lightning vanished, Ye Feng had destroyed only a little over a thousand clouds