"They are powered by residual despair and corrupted Qi! They recoil from focused will!"
I didn't rely on brute strength. Han Xiao's body was still too weak. Instead, I poured a concentrated stream of shadow-Qi into my palm and thrust it forward, not to destroy, but to disorient. The black energy slammed into the hulking shadow entity, not with a physical impact, but a jarring spiritual dissonance. The entity recoiled, its form flickering violently, its green eyes dimming for a moment.
"Their cohesion is weak!" I barked. "They are merely echoes! Break their focus!"
The third entity, smaller but quicker, tried to flank me. "Master Azrael, to your left!" Lin Xiaotian cried out, her voice filled with a desperate warning. Her faint light physique, though untrained, seemed to react to the cha
