Hiss… Hiss… Strange sounds echoed in Qin Sang’s ears, seeming to come from everywhere at once.0

Demon King Qianji appeared to have vanished. Within Qin Sang’s vision, snake shadows danced wildly, shifting endlessly.0

Although he could clearly distinguish the real from the false among every snake shadow and was not deceived by the illusions, responding calmly to them was far from easy.0

Whoosh! In an instant, countless snake shadows converged. Violent winds stirred the black mist, forming a massive snake shadow like a tornado. Without the slightest pause, the figure twisted and lunged forward.0

Qin Sang’s expression grew solemn. These were not illusions. They were afterimages created by Demon King Qianji’s fist shadows moving at extreme speed. All the fist shadows merged into one, their power seemingly stacking together. It was undoubtedly a formidable combat techniqu...0