Soon, a black figure appeared in front of Ye Feng, shrouded in black mist, looking extremely mysterious and sinister, and emitting a cold, cackling laugh.
"Ye Feng, I didn't expect you to be able to sense my presence."
Ye Feng sneered.
"It's just a trivial skill. Do you think you're anything special?"
"You must be one of those eighteen pieces of trash around Fengshan."
In fact, Ye Feng had already sensed it beforehand, and the reason he remained silent was to test the other party's capabilities.
The eerie black shadow before them specialized in attacking the souls of martial artists, silently obliterating their souls and turning them into mindless zombies, completely controlled by the shadow.
Unfortunately, he encountered Ye Feng, who had entered the Yin God Realm. Ye Feng's divine soul had condensed into a Dharma body, which was incredibly powerful.
If the other party dares to attack his soul, it is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock, courting death.
Being insulted as trash infuriated the seventeenth of the eighteen demons, the Soul Devourer. His body was writhing in black mist as he uttered a ferocious roar.
"Soul-Devouring Spear, kill!"
His body suddenly condensed into a black mist spear, which pierced towards Ye Feng with a deathly sound.
Spiritual energy flames surged in Ye Feng's palm, instantly entangling the black mist spear that the opponent had shot at him, and began to burn fiercely, making crackling and popping sounds.
"ah--"
The black mist twisted and churned, emitting a mournful roar, and finally transformed into a huge black mist palm, which slammed towards Ye Feng.
"Damn it, brat, Soul-Devouring Palm!"
The giant black mist palm surged and rolled, like the howling of thousands of vengeful ghosts, sending chills down one's spine.
The surrounding area was gloomy and desolate, with sand and stones flying everywhere.
"So verbose!"
puff--
Ye Feng killed it with a single palm strike, as if he were swatting a black bug...
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