These black-clothed cultivators seem to have some special sensitivity to the Star Map or things related to it.
"Hehehe, it seems you prefer the hard way."
The Nascent Soul stage black-clothed cultivator saw that Luo Qingchen remained unmoved, and a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
"Since that is the case, I shall show you what true despair means!"
He suddenly clasped his hands together, muttering an incantation, as purer and more evil demonic qi frantically surged from within him.
The ground under his feet began to tremble violently.
The surrounding demonic qi, as if summoned, madly converged towards him.
"With my blood, I feed the eternal demon soul!"
"In my name, I call upon the Nine Nether Demon Shadow!"
"Demon Shadow descends, devouring all!"
With his last incantation,
the space behind him suddenly distorted like the surface of water.
Black cracks appeared out of thin air, spreading like cobwebs.
