“There is indeed such a saying. However, it is useless against me.” After saying that, both of the cultivators’ arms shot forward and his whole figure transformed into a clump of black mist. Next, a hand – shining with black light – grasped at Chen Feng. 

“Because I have also cultivated the Dark Scripture!”

“The Hand of Darkness. So, that’s how it is.” Chen Feng nodded and simply allowed the cultivator’s move to grab him.

The Hand of Darkness possessed formidable corrosive power. The moment it made contact, it would exert the power of darkness to erode cultivators at the same level as its user, causing its victim’s cultivation base to plummet. Rather, even their level could fall as a result.

“Eh?” However, the cultivator sensed something amiss. Chen Feng’s figure that was right before him suddenly broke apart as his grasping motion seemingly caught empty air.

“An after-image? No, it is a clone.” The cultivator had not underestimated Chen Feng from the very beginning. At that very moment, his face turned solemn and the black mist rapidly changed shape to send countless black threads forward. Like black-coloured fireworks, they formed a cage of darkness, which rapidly expanded in size. The cage then moved to wrap around Chen Feng.

But Chen...