Demon Cultivator in Abyssal Era

Chu Xiu’s face slightly darkened. With a fierce block, a force of eight thousand points burst forth, throwing that black shadow off.

The black shadow, nimble like a leopard, clung to a nearby stone pillar, glaring at Chu Xiu with predatory eyes.

Only then did Chu Xiu realize that the indiscernible black shadow was not due to the darkness but because its essence was a shapeless shadow! Only in key areas like claws, fangs, and spine did it possess a solid form, akin to black alloy!

"Senior, this is the Guardian Holy Spirit! They will attack any creature that steps onto the altar!"

Jiang Miaoyin transmitted from a distance.

Chu Xiu only then noticed that this person was standing at the entrance of the passage, not stepping in, just poking their head around suspiciously.

"Are they treating me as the muscle? Or still testing me?" Chu Xiu shook his head, slightly amused.

But at this point, he had no mood to care about these minor matters.

He looked forward, numerous shadows emerged from the darkness.

Some appeared like tigers and leopards, others like flying eagles, and some like the legendary three-headed, six-armed monsters.

Of course, there were also humanoid shadows, wielding tangible weapons, some even wearing heavy armor, but these pieces of equipment were all battered and clearly had been damaged in prior battles.

"One, two, three... a total of twenty-seven King Tiers?"

"As expected of a civilization that has survived for thousands of years with a population in the billions, it indeed has a profound foundation." Chu Xiu stroked his chin.

"Go senior!" Jiang Miaoyin shouted, waving her little fist in the distance.

Meanwhile, a look of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Soul type creatures are extremely difficult to kill, even the Heroic Spirits would need to expend much effort to slay twenty-seven king-tier soul type creatures.

She was very curious about what method the senior in front of her would use to deal with these Guardian Holy Spirits!

Under her expectant gaze, with a low roar, the twenty-seven Holy Spirits seemed to receive some command and simultaneously opened their mouths toward Chu Xiu!

The next moment, a deafening roar exploded within the hall!

The roar was not just a simple shout but a mental attack method unique to soul type creatures!

Weaker Awakened ones might have their divine souls shattered instantly!

Several hundred meters away, Jiang Miaoyin, just affected by the residual sound wave, felt her head swell, as if a spike was thrust into her brain, causing a faint pain.

This made her show a shocked expression, thinking it was fortunate to have allied with Chu Xiu; otherwise, if she had recklessly charged in alone, even with a pre-prepared artifact specialized for restraining ghosts, there was a significant chance of dying under this single strike!

Even if she managed to survive, she would be absolutely powerless to fight again.

"Such a strong attack, I’m afraid even the Heroic Spirits would not feel well..."

Suddenly, Jiang Miaoyin’s body stiffened because she was horrified to see that Chu Xiu, standing at the center of the sound wave attack, seemed dazed, standing still in place!

"This!"

Jiang Miaoyin froze on the spot, a very realistic yet unimaginable idea arising in her mind.

Could it be that this senior was actually not adept at mental defense and got instantly defeated due to carelessness?

But how could a Heroic Spirit who controls ghosts have such fragile mental strength?

Could it be that this person is actually not a Heroic Spirit, but just a powerful King Tier?

In fact, Jiang Miaoyin had vaguely suspected before because Chu Xiu had never truly exhibited the abilities that only a Heroic Spirit could, even the prolonged flying could be explained as a special kind of artifact.

Before she could think it through, the twenty-seven Holy Spirits simultaneously shrieked and pounced towards Chu Xiu from all directions!

The dense darkness in the hall seemed to gain life, turning into countless sharp black spikes aiming to devour Chu Xiu!

"Senior!"

Jiang Miaoyin was aghast. A Curse Spirit exuding a terrifying aura appeared behind her and rushed towards the center rapidly!

However, she was too far away, and even driving the Curse Spirit at full power, she was still one step short of rescuing Chu Xiu!

Just when Chu Xiu was about to be completely torn apart, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, in Jiang Miaoyin’s incredulous gaze, a torrent of black mist far denser and more intense than that of the hall surged out of Chu Xiu’s body! In front of that mist, the darkness within the hall seemed like a baby against a fierce tiger, being pushed back with overwhelming force!

In just an instant, the twenty-seven Holy Spirits were all swallowed into the black mist emanating from Chu Xiu!

And as the darkness slowly dissipated, only twenty-seven shattered Soul Bodies remained on the spot.