The black skull behind seemed quite surprised by this scene and was slightly stunned for a moment.
But then the skull cackled strangely, and the single eye on its head flashed with an eerie light again. With a bang, it released a thick black beam, instantly hitting the figure flying directly in front.
That phantom, struck by this blow, burst open, turning into starlight and dissipating. Subsequently, the skull head transformed into a gust of Yin wind, chasing after a figure on the left. In an instant, that phantom was also scattered into spiritual light, not Zhang Ling's real body.
The skull head quickly rotated, looking at the remaining two figures, one flying east and the other flying west, having already flown a hundred zhang in a few short breaths.
Zhang Ling was indeed the figure flying westward. Although he was enhanced by the Beast Soul Talisman, doubling his escape speed, he would be caught up before long if the black skull head continued to pursue relentlessly.
Facing this monster, he felt even more powerless than when facing the corpse bear possessed by the gray Nascent Soul.
At the same time, a powerful divine sense was constantly scanning his body. Without thinking, he knew it was the skull head's divine sense, obviously trying to identify which figure was his true body.
Zhang Ling was extremely nervous. He quickly mobilized the spiritual power throughout his body and once again urged the bubbles covering his body, causing colorful spiritual light to reappear on his body surface.
Simultaneously, he heard a loud boom.
The black skull head had already dealt with another phantom, transforming into a gust of Yin wind and drifting over, instantly closing the distance by more than ten zhang.
Zhang Ling's face was gloomy. He repeated his trick, and with a flicker of colorful light, five identical figures reappeared, making a total of six figures including himself.
As the figures swayed, they further transformed into more than a dozen identical illusory images. In an instant, all the numerous figures scattered in all directions.
Although the colorful bubbles could only create five phantoms, each time a phantom disappeared, the treasure could be activated again to produce another phantom, meaning that activating this treasure could continuously maintain five phantoms, with the advantage of being inexhaustible.
He planned to rely on the illusionary power of this treasure to constantly hide among these phantoms, taking the opportunity to escape. As long as the black skull head could not see through his true body, he would have a chance to escape.
The black skull head roared angrily, feeling extremely frustrated at this moment. With its strength, it could not see through the opponent's true body for a time, which it had not expected.
After dispersing several phantoms, it still gained nothing. The several phantoms in front were constantly changing positions, flying in different directions to the east, west, north, and south. Obviously, the opponent wanted to use this trick to distract its attention.
This demon head was not its true body, but only a newly refined puppet. The demon head itself had an extraordinary origin. However, it had only just begun to control this demon head and could only exert strength close to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator at most.
If it was given some time to fully refine this demon head, it could exert Nascent Soul-level strength.
Unfortunately, the kid in front of it had actually conjured phantasms that were difficult to distinguish from the real body, making it difficult to lock onto his true body for a time.
The frustration in the skull head's heart was imaginable.
In a chase and escape, they flew out of the nameless island in a few short breaths. Under the cover of numerous phantoms, Zhang Ling chose a direction and quickly fled.
But as soon as he flew out of the island, he felt that something was wrong. He scanned the surroundings with his divine sense and found that the environment outside the island seemed to have changed.
However, apart from the nameless island where he had just been, there was only boundless sea all around, with no other landmarks, making it difficult to determine the location.
But cultivators were inherently sensitive, and they also had the special perception of divine sense. Zhang Ling felt that his feeling was correct. He scanned the surrounding environment a few more times and found that it had indeed changed.
The sound of wind whistled constantly in his ears, but it was not the usual cold wind, nor was it the wind pressure formed by flying too fast. This wind pressure came from all directions, forming a strong squeezing force.
Could it be caused by changes in the heavenly罡 wind at sea?
Zhang Ling had this thought in his mind, but now was not the time to consider these things. Although this wind pressure was a bit strange, it could not stop him from flying forward.
In the blink of an eye, he flew several miles away, and the nameless island behind him had been left far behind, only visible as a small black dot.
Zhang Ling did not dare to be careless. He could always sense a faint divine sense on his body. Without thinking, he knew it was the black skull head locking onto his position with a portion of its divine sense.
At this time, the other figures in other directions had also been destroyed by the black skull. He quickly urged the colorful bubbles, about to conjure five more figures.
But suddenly, the wisp of divine sense on his body disappeared out of thin air.
Zhang Ling frowned slightly. He looked behind him and saw the black skull head stopping a mile away, its huge skull head looking in one direction, no longer paying attention to him.
Although he didn't know why this monster suddenly stopped, this was a rare opportunity. He fully urged his spiritual power, and with the light wings behind him flapping wildly, he transformed into a startled swan and quickly fled.
