"Watch out!"
Amid the standoff, the black threads swirling within the room abruptly changed course, surging toward the crowd in the hallway who were still slow to react.
The fine black threads were like a volley of whistling arrows. In an instant, they were right before their eyes.
Chu Mu's thoughts stirred subconsciously. The Qi Blood from his nascent cultivation surged, and a searing heat washed over his body. The black threads were inches away, yet they could not advance.
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Chu Mu stared at the black threads before his eyes, not daring to breathe.
This close, the nature of the black threads was all too clear.
"Black threads" didn't seem like an accurate description. They were more like wisps of black smoke from something burning, and they writhed and spun as if they were alive.
"AHH—"
