Originally, he could split into countless parts. If not for the power of the ancient contract back then, how could he have been completely suppressed in the darkness?
However, after the Heavenly Demon King appeared, what he sensed was not the countless cultivators who had lost their Qi, no more than fish on a chopping board, but desolation. Amidst that desolation, there was only a faint demonic aura.
And more than that, it was a strange aura that made him feel uncomfortable all over, a gathering of the aura of an unseen living being.
The only living person was Yu Ziqing, standing atop the White Bone Divine Bridge, holding a broom of seven-colored glow, clearly not someone easy to mess with.
But as long as they were alive, it was worth a try.
A wisp of black smoke split from the Heavenly Demon King quietly approached from below. This black smoke, without any fluctuation of power, passed through Yu Ziqing's soles and directly entered his body.
