"Devil, die for me!"
Just as Lu Qing crushed Mo Cangtian, countless black streams appeared around him, transforming into a prison, completely encircling him.
The power exuded by these black streams was far more terrifying than the black roots from earlier.
Not only did they have an exceptionally strong binding force, but they also emitted a foul stench, containing a terrifying corrosive power.
An ordinary Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator would instantly turn into a pool of blood upon catching just a whiff of it, body and soul both destroyed.
If even a drop fell to the ground, it would create a wasteland, rendering a hundred-mile radius barren for ten thousand years.
Even Luo Yuantian and other Unity Realm Stage spectators had a change of color at that moment.
They estimated that even their true forms would not come out unscathed when faced with those black streams.
This was already the trump card-level killer move comparable to their level of strength.
