Leaping into the air, sprouting from dry land.
Noticing the strange shadow twisting towards him from behind, the young man intercepted it mid-air and kicked towards its face! A whip-like kick brutally knocked Wu Daoxu down.
Raising his hands to block, he was still pushed back seven or eight steps before stabilizing, his crazed eyes revealing shock, his body carving a mark on the ground as he immediately adjusted his stance to attack Jiang Feng.
The other hand was equally pitch-black, showing that he was gradually being assimilated by this so-called Ghost Cultivator. Typically, Ghost Cultivators employ strange methods, often manipulating others' minds without direct engagement. Whether it concerns the Divine Soul or flesh, they study it, and the black blood covering Wu Daoxu was in its nascent form.
