Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 1858 - 916: Nine Nether Soul Shadow

"W-What is this ghastly thing?" Su Xiaowan clung tightly to Lin Wan’er’s arm, her voice trembling.

Lin Wan’er frowned deeply as well, channeling Spiritual Power to resist the invasion of the srising sound. The blue mark on her wrist was slightly burning, seeming to reject the mist and sound intensely.

Bai Ling’er turned even paler; her soul was not yet healed, and the eerie sound affected her more severely, causing her to see so vague and terrifying illusions.

Luo Qingchen’s face darkened. Chaotic Power surged from his body, forming an invisible barrier to protect everyone, temporarily isolating them from the invading sound. "It’s coming for us! Let’s go!"

He grabbed the sowhat dazed Bai Ling’er, oriented himself, and dashed toward the southwest, where the energy fluctuations were relatively weaker. Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan followed closely, and the four resud their desperate escape.

The gray mist behind them was like a living creature, relentlessly pursuing them, spreading faster and faster. In the mist, the wails and cries grew clearer, as if countless eyes were greedily watching them from the depths of the dense mist...

The brief respite on the wasteland was over, and a new crisis quietly descended. The undercurrents never stopped flowing.

The gray mist, like a bone maggot, quickly engulfed the desolate wasteland. Visibility was less than three feet, the chilling and damp atmosphere carrying an unsettling srizing sound that attacked from all directions. Luo Qingchen and the others were deeply engulfed in it, as if they had fallen into an endless gray cage.

"Cough, cough... What is this damn mist? It’s cold and suffocating, and so sticky!" Su Xiaowan waved her arms, trying to clear away the dense fog in front of her while complaining in a low voice, her small face wrinkled up, "And this crying sound is giving goosebumps! Brother Luo, are we stumbling into so cursed graveyard?"

"Shut up and save your strength," Luo Qingchen admonished sharply, his brows tightly knitted. This mist was no ordinary fog; it not only hindered their vision but was continuously eroding their Spiritual Power and perception. The Chaotic Power within him could barely clear a small patch for them, but the consumption was intense. Moreover, his Divine Sense was significantly suppressed, allowing him to feel only about ten ters around him, with everything beyond lost in Chaos.

Lin Wan’er pressed her lips tightly, silently sticking to Luo Qingchen’s side. The blue mark on her wrist emitted a faint blue glow, creating a thin halo that seed capable of purifying the encroaching mist. She sensed a sinister and filthy power lurking within the mist, starkly contrasting with the pure vitality fueled by the Linglong Grass within her. "Brother Luo, there’s sothing wrong with this mist. It seems to be... absorbing vitality."

Bai Ling’er was in the worst condition. She was already weak, but now, disturbed by the mist and sound, her face grew paler, and her steps faltered. She relied on Luo Qingchen’s support to keep up. She tried hard to gather Dragon Power to resist but felt powerless, barely maintaining her mind against the illusions.

"I know," Luo Qingchen responded grimly. "This is probably a special restriction of the Nine Netherlands, or... a Domain of sothing. Everyone, stay alert and follow closely."

Just as he finished speaking, the surrounding mist suddenly churned violently!

"Woooo—!"

A shrill screech exploded beside their ears! Several blurred and twisted black shadows, like phantoms, erged silently from the mist, attacking the four without a sound!

The forms of these shadows were undefined, seemingly condensed of pure Yin Energy and resentnt. They had no physical form but emitted a chilling aura that made one’s heart freeze. Their targets were clear, aiming directly at the weak vitality emanating from the four, especially Bai Ling’er, who was recovering, and Luo Qingchen with the Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Grass in his possession, were particularly enticing!

"Nine Nether Soul Shadow!" Luo Qingchen’s eyes sharpened as he instantly recognized their origins. Records in ancient texts spoke of the Nine Netherlands being a gathering place for Yin Fiend, where lost souls and wild ghosts beca infused with Yin Energy, forming unresolved resentnts, turning into soul shadows without intelligence, instinctively devouring souls to enlarge themselves. However, ordinary soul shadows would never condense and rage like this!

"Be careful! They can directly attack the Divine Soul!" Luo Qingchen shouted a warning, the Black Dragon Sword already unsheathed in his hand!

"Chaos Sword Technique · Dawn Breaks!"

A dim sword light ignited, like the first ray of light piercing the darkness of dawn, carrying the unique purification and annihilation aura of Chaotic Power, slashing instantly at the two foremost soul shadows!

"Screeeech!"

Where the sword light passed, the two soul shadows seed to et their bane, emitting silent wails before being shredded and annihilated by the Chaotic Power within the sword light, dissipating into streams of black smoke in the mist. Having rged with the vitality of the Nine Netherlands, Luo Qingchen’s Chaotic Power showed even greater restraint against these shadow creatures.

Unfortunately, the number of soul shadows was far more than just these two! More black shadows surged out from all directions in the mist, charging forth wave after wave!

"Heavenly Origin Sword Technique · Stars Falling Like Rain!" Lin Wan’er reacted swiftly, her Longsword sweeping, casting spectral blue Sword Light like a rain of stars. Empowered by the Linglong Grass within her, the Sword Light contained pure vitality of vegetation, wielding strong restraint against the filth-ridden soul shadows.

"Ssst sssst sssst!"

Several soul shadows struck by the starry Sword Light dissipated like thawing ice and snow. Lin Wan’er noticed that when her wrist mark ca into contact with the energy from the dissipated soul shadows, it seed to beco more active, faintly absorbing so peculiar negative energy and converting it into purer power feeding back into herself. This invigorated her spirit, making her strikes even more fierce.

"Hmph!" Though weak, Bai Ling’er’s pride as part of the Dragon Clan wouldn’t allow her to fall behind. She mustered her strength, the faint mark left by the Nine Revolutions Soul Revival Grass on her brow lightly glowing, as a weak yet exceedingly pure and noble Dragon Power, together with a low yet erging dragon roar, spread out!

"Aang..."

The immature dragon roar couldn’t compare in power to the earth-shaking outbreak from the Ancestor Dragon’s remnant soul before, yet it carried an innate dignity of superior beings, still causing those inferior soul shadows to instinctively feel fear and recoil. The nearest few soul shadows paused in action, even showing signs of disintegration.

However, this strike nearly exhausted Bai Ling’er’s recently recovered strength. She let out a muffled groan, her body swaying and nearly falling, if not for Luo Qingchen’s tily support.

"Ahhh! Stay back! Watch my Five Thunder Talisman!" Su Xiaowan scread out in fright, hastily pulling a stack of yellow Talismans from her Storage Bag and tossing them all forward without aiming!

"Crackling!"

A few small arcs of electricity flickered through the mist, striking... Luo Qingchen’s back.

"..." Luo Qingchen felt a slight tingle in his back and gave Su Xiaowan a speechless glare. This level of force wasn’t even enough to scratch an itch.

However, by sheer luck, one Talisman drifted and collided with a soul shadow attempting to attack from the side. The soul shadow seed to harbor aversion to the Yang-infused Thunder Power, screeching before retreating swiftly, vanishing into the dense mist.

"Hehe, see that? This girl isn’t just for show!" Su Xiaowan said with newfound spirit, akimbo in triumph, though her legs were still trembling.

The skirmish had temporarily paused, but Luo Qingchen’s deanor grew more severe. These soul shadows, though individually weak, were nurous and fearless, continuously pouring out of the mist.