"Whoosh…!"

A burst of black light shot through the sky.

Shangyang Jinshi flailed as he dropped to the ground, yet managed to land lightly.

He was covered in blood and had a few sharp spikes protruding out of his back. They were all weapons, looking like arms and legs of bugs. This was the price he paid for giving his all and killing two clones of a devil spirit.

Below was a small group of Painters from the Shangyang Family, trying to defend against the devils' attacks.

Each Painter had a black membrane around him similar to a tortoise's shell as they fought desperately against the slime-like monsters attacking them.

Each slime monster was about seven or eight meters tall, and when they moved their limbs, it was as if a huge tree was crashing down. The thinner black membranes immediately cracked, leaving the Bind level fighters gravely injured.

The deadly poison of the black membranes splashed out, getting into the devils' bodies thanks to cuts made by the broken shards, causing