Power comparable to a Primordial Spirit True Master!
He stared intently at the purple radiance surging wildly around Lu Xuan, disbelief written all over his face.
"What terrifying power!"
Lu Xuan hadn’t moved an inch, yet the sheer terror of the power he unleashed.
Just feeling it made Mu Yun’s breath catch.
Even his body trembled slightly under the pressure of this formidable force.
Mu Yun instinctively gripped the Cyan Nether Sword in his hand tighter, trying to find a sliver of calmness.
However, his hand also began to shake slightly, unable to contain the turmoil within his heart.
While Mu Yun was in shock, the purple light emanating from Lu Xuan illuminated everything around, which was initially lifeless and deathly silent.
Unbeknownst to Mu Yun, within the all-encompassing, wild purple glow, there was also the terrifyingly powerful force of Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit.
In the next mont, Lu Xuan’s scorching and overwhelmingly oppressive Primordial Spirit’s force spread rapidly like an unseen yet sturdy web.
It swiftly enveloped the entire city, covering it completely.
At this critical juncture, every corner of the city seed to be grasped by an invisible hand. Suddenly, all around, there erupted a series of horrific screams.
The piercing, sharp cries were as if they ca from the wailing souls of the Nine Nether Hell, drilling into one’s eardrums, making one’s skin crawl.
And under Lu Xuan’s gaze, the previously silent, empty, lifeless houses suddenly spewed forth countless mysterious black shadows, as if by so mysterious technique.
These ink-like black shadows seed incredibly fast, filling the surroundings in the blink of an eye.
A closer look revealed that each shadow’s face bore an exceedingly eerie appearance.
It was the myriad expressions of all beings in the world, alternating irregularly between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Compared to Lu Xuan’s calm composure, Mu Yun’s reaction was incredibly stark.
His eyes instantly froze, his gaze fixed on the sudden bizarre spectacle, looking dazed and lost.
Inside Mu Yun, the ever-circulating Gang Yuan seed to hit an invisible dam and gradually slowed, until it completely ca to a halt.
Mu Yun’s body trembled slightly, as if it was tightly restrained by an invisible force.
He couldn’t move a fraction, nor could he snap out of the horrifying spectacle.
"Hmm?"
Lu Xuan suddenly turned around, his eyes landing on Mu Yun, instantly noticing his unusual condition.
Almost imdiately, without any hesitation, a strand of refined Primordial Spirit power shot out swiftly from Lu Xuan’s fingertips.
This strand of Primordial Spirit power, like an unstoppable arrow of light, shot straight towards Mu Yun, and then poured into his body through his chest.
"Is this the Nether Ghostforce?"
The strand of Primordial Spirit power from Lu Xuan, entering Mu Yun’s body, seed to step into an icy world.
Inside Mu Yun was tightly blocked by a layer of mysterious, eerie cold black air, impenetrable.
At a glance, it appeared to be black airflow, yet under Lu Xuan’s careful perception.
The extrely chilling black airflow had a texture akin to flowing black liquid, dense and viscous.
The black liquid was moving slowly inside Mu Yun in a very eerie manner.
It sotis flowed along Mu Yun’s arm, sotis gathered and surged at his chest.
As if it had a life of its own, constantly changing shape, each movent exuding an intimidating aura, freezing every inch of Mu Yun’s flesh.
What shocked Lu Xuan even more was that the originally blazing Gang Yuan inside Mu Yun, like scorching flas.
Under the erosion of this Nether Ghostforce, it seed about to crystallize into ice.
It’s important to know that Mu Yun wasn’t an ordinary Martial Artist; within his Gang Yuan, a trace of divine thought power was contained.
That was the level of a half-step Divine Mansion Realm.
In this peculiar Ghostworld, Mu Yun, a half-step Divine Mansion Realm Martial Artist, was invaded internally by the Nether Ghostforce in a single encounter.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Xuan’s incredibly powerful Primordial Spirit force surged through Mu Yun like an unstoppable sea of flas.
Wherever Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit power reached, the eerie and sinister Nether Ghostforce vanished like snow eting the scorching sun.
In just a mont, the Nether Ghostforce that filled Mu Yun’s body was thoroughly obliterated by Lu Xuan’s Primordial Spirit power with overwhelming might, leaving no trace behind.
After Lu Xuan eradicated the Nether Ghostforce from Mu Yun’s body, he caught sight from the corners of his eyes of the black eerie shadows surging from all directions.
These bizarre eerie shadows, with nacing, clawing forms and breaths that were chilling to the bone, seed ready to devour Lu Xuan and Mu Yun.
For ordinary Martial Artists, facing these all-engulfing, seemingly infinite eerie black shadows, they’d only feel as insignificant as ants.
In this scene of powerlessness, most people wouldn’t even dare muster a thought of resisting; their hearts would be left with only despair and terror.
But Lu Xuan was entirely different; his eyes were locked onto the surging black shadows, and a hard-to-control smile of excitent and thrill gradually spread on his calm face.
In Lu Xuan’s eyes, these countless bizarre black shadows were no lethal threat at all, but heaps and heaps of System Points.
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