"Who are you?“
"You're not him…"
The Witch of the Black Mountain pointed at the shadow behind Zhang Fan. Her voice was trembling, and her legs were trembling. She almost couldn't help but kneel down.
He was a demon king, yet he was intimidated by the might of a projection. He felt suffocated, and a look from her almost scared him out of his wits.
This shadow was definitely not Zhang Fan!
However, why did the mysterious man look exactly like Zhang Fan?
The Witch of the Black Mountain did not have time to think. He only wanted to escape. He turned around and soared into the sky, turning into a cloud of black smoke and escaping.
"Can you escape?" Zhang Fan sneered as he grabbed forward with his right hand.
Immediately, the shadow behind him reached out its right hand and grabbed the black smoke.
The black smoke could not break free, revealing the appearance of the Witch of the Black Mountain.
The Witch of the Black Mountain looked terrified and felt a sense of danger. He shouted angrily,""Death Descends!"
Dense demonic qi burst out from his body. He grew larger and larger until he turned into a huge mountain and broke free from the mysterious man's hand.
Zhang Fan's expression was calm. He was like an ancient emperor who had returned to the mortal world.
In the state of a sovereign, he obtained ancient power, condensed his divine power Dharma Idol, and obtained powerful strength.
This power seemed to belong to him.
This was a divine art that belonged solely to him!
Although he had obtained power, he had also paid a corresponding price. By burning his blood essence, he could stimulate the power of his bloodline.
The current state could only last for three minutes.
Zhang Fan took a step forward and faced the black mountain.""Let's end this as soon as possible."
He raised his hand and slapped the black mountain.
This was the true form of the Witch of the Black Mountain. The mountain was huge and gave off a strong aura of death. Black fog surged and protected him.
Rumble…
A huge palm appeared in the sky. It was the hand of the illusory figure behind Zhang Fan.
It was like the Buddha's Palm in the movies. It was incomparably huge and pressed down on the black mountain!
Boom!
The black mountain fell from the sky, and the earth shook with a loud bang.
A huge pit was formed on the ground. It was a huge pit in the shape of a palm. The black mountain was flattened and twisted into a ball.
Zhang Fan grinned in excitement.
This was a Monster King, yet he was actually suppressed by him with a single slap!
Then, he turned his palm into a claw and grabbed at the broken mountain in front of him.
"Capturing Spirit and Sending General!"
Zhang Fan grabbed at the air and sucked out a wisp of black gas.
"Ah! What kind of power is this?"
With a scream, the black gas condensed into the appearance of the Witch of the Black Mountain. This was his soul.
The Witch of the Black Mountain tried to struggle free of Zhang Fan's control, but he discovered that he was completely at Zhang Fan's mercy.
No one dared to disobey the order of capturing the spirits and sending the generals.
Even if it was a demon king, it would still be suppressed in its soul state.
Zhang Fan stared at the soul of the Witch of the Black Mountain as he smiled evilly.""It looks delicious."
"W-what are you doing?"
The Witch of the Black Mountain was terrified. He struggled hard and found that his soul was drifting away. It was as if there was a strong suction force that was absorbing his soul.
Zhang Fan opened his mouth wide and continuously sucked in soul power.
" No, don't! Stop!"
The Witch of the Black Mountain roared and struggled, trying to stop his soul from flowing away.
However, he couldn't stop it. Not only was his soul getting weaker and weaker, but his essence, qi, and magic power were also rapidly draining away.
In the end, he turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared into the world.
Zhang Fan had completely absorbed the soul and cultivation of the Witch of the Black Mountain!
"It feels so good!"
Zhang Fan laughed heartily. He had accumulated energy in his body, so he could increase his cultivation level whenever he wanted.
At this moment, the Dharma Idol behind him disappeared, and a strong sense of weakness welled up in his heart.
Zhang Fan staggered and almost fell to the ground.
His face was pale and he quickly sat down cross-legged. This was the side effect of using a divine art.
This supernatural power was powerful and overbearing. It increased his cultivation by a major realm, and his combat strength was even more terrifying. He was even able to suppress the Ancient Fiend of the Black Mountain, who was at the Nascent Soul Realm, with one hand!
One had to know that he was only in the early stage of the Golden Core realm.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath and began to refine the Witch of the Black Mountain's soul power and cultivation.
"Spirit Devouring!"
"Sky-Devouring Demonic Technique!"
He absorbed the souls and Dharmic powers at the same time, multitasking.
Under the night sky, Mount Song Park regained its peace.
Tonight, many ordinary people woke up from their sleep. The loud noise and the shaking of the ground made people think that it was an earthquake.
Many cultivators gathered at the entrance of the park.
They had been waiting, but after waiting for a few minutes, they realized that there was still no movement.
"It's over? Guess who won?"
"The Witch of the Black Mountain didn't come out…"
"Did that senior win?”
The cultivators gathered here in the middle of the night and discussed animatedly. It was very lively.
Until now, the Witch of the Black Mountain had yet to show up.
Everyone was shocked. Could it be that the senior had killed the Monster King?
No one had seen the battle scene inside. In fact, none of these people had even seen Zhang Fan's face before. They could only imagine what he looked like in their minds.
At this moment, a few cars arrived at the entrance of the park.
He Yingqiu walked out with a group of more than 20 members of the SPD following behind him.
All the cultivators present made way for He Yingqiu when they saw him.
Their attitudes became respectful as they cupped their hands and bowed to He Yingqiu. The woman in the black windbreaker behind He Yingqiu also attracted everyone's attention.
His black windbreaker and leather boots made him look valiant.
"She is Mao You! He was the most talented disciple of the Mao Family in this generation!”
" That's He Yingqiu, Mao Xiaofang's disciple…"
The crowd was in an uproar as they looked at He Yingqiu and Mao You in awe. The fame of the two of them resounded throughout the cultivation world.
Because they were all from the Mao family!
The Mao family was one of the two top families in the cultivation world.
Among them, Mao Xiaofang's fame shook the world. It was said that he had long stepped into the Heavenly Teacher Realm!
He Yingqiu's expression was calm as he led his team members into Mount Song Park and rushed towards the place where the battle had just broken out.
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