Chapter 2005: Sky-Filling Black Rope

At this very moment, an astonishing scene unfolded: the originally mighty and astonishingly powerful Heavenly Thunder was completely and utterly blocked by those mysterious Black Lines.

This is undoubtedly a great piece of news—at least Ye Zhangqing no longer needs to anxiously guard against the terrifying attacks of Heavenly Thunder for the time being, and can spare a bit of attention to deal with other situations.

However, things rarely go smoothly; what followed was a truly dreadful piece of bad news.

Although the Heavenly Thunder had fallen into a state of utter frenzy, it still had no way to deal with these Black Lines, as if the Black Lines possessed some miraculous power that could easily withstand the Thunder's ferocious onslaught.

What is even more shocking and frightening is that, due to the Heavenly Thunder's relentless attacks, the number of Black Lines began to increase rapidly, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

In just a few breaths, the dense Black Lines spread across the entire sky, blocking out the sun and sending a chill down one's spine.

Clearly, the target of these Black Lines is unmistakably the Ye Zhangqing below.

They seem indifferent to the Heavenly Thunder, their sole aim being to put Ye Zhangqing to death.

As for the origin of these Black Lines, Ye Zhangqing has no idea whatsoever.

Most crucially, at this very moment he simply cannot find any effective method or means to deal with the Black Lines.

Before, Ye Zhangqing had also tried taking the initiative, launching attacks against those Black Lines.

But the result was the opposite of what he hoped: his attacks not only failed to inflict even the slightest damage on the Black Lines, but seemed to give them a special stimulus, causing them to continually split and proliferate, their numbers growing ever larger and ever harder to withstand.

Realizing the situation was dire, Ye Zhangqing made a swift decision to change his strategy.

Now he no longer dares to act rashly; facing the Black Lines' overwhelming onslaught, he can only rely on his agile footwork to dodge left and right, doing his utmost to avoid being struck.

Each dodge is heart‑pounding; a moment's carelessness could mean death.

But if he keeps dodging like this indefinitely, it will never be a long‑term solution.

Because a person's stamina and energy are finite, sooner or later he will reach the point where he can no longer endure.

Just as Ye Zhangqing was silently pondering how to escape his predicament, his gaze suddenly turned toward the distance.

He saw the middle‑aged man who had once appeared in Prison Immortal Town charging toward him like a gust of wind and lightning, with two companions closely following at his side.

The three of them shot forward like arrows released from a bow, rushing straight at Ye Zhangqing's position with astonishing speed.

When the distance had closed a little and the middle‑aged man could see clearly that Ye Zhangqing was now tightly encircled by the dense Black Lines, his expression instantly turned grim.

He couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Even the Black Rope has shown up?"

It is obvious that this middle‑aged man is quite familiar with these strange Black Lines, but the situation is now extremely urgent, leaving him no time for further thought.

Thus, without hesitation he flashed his figure and surged straight toward Ye Zhangqing, simultaneously shouting at the top of his voice.

"Young Master Ye, come to me quickly, hurry."

Hearing this sudden shout, Ye Zhangqing's heart jolted, and he quickly turned his gaze toward the source.

However, Ye Zhangqing hardly had any deep impression of this middle‑aged man who suddenly appeared to lend aid, nor of his two companions beside him.

Yet what shocked him immensely was that the cultivation displayed by all three of them was uniformly at the Immortal Emperor Realm.

After all, according to the information he had previously known, such a mighty Immortal Emperor cultivator could hardly exist on this tiny Prison Immortal Town.

Although his mind was filled with doubt and confusion, at this life‑or‑death moment it was clearly not the time to dwell on such questions.

Therefore, Ye Zhangqing dared not delay; he quickened his steps, sprinting like a bolt of lightning toward the direction where the middle‑aged man and his two companions stood.

Both sides darted like lightning, their speed astonishing to behold.

Faced with the dense, black‑serpent‑like ropes blocking the way, Ye Zhangqing was anxious beyond measure, having no spare attention for anything else.

Only the blade in his hand flashed with a cold light, slicing sharply through the air and emitting a piercing whistle.

Each strike seemed to contain the force of a thousand jun, and he actually carved a bloody path out of the thick encirclement.

Not long after, Ye Zhangqing successfully met up with the middle‑aged man and his three companions.

However, at that very moment the Black Ropes filling the sky surged forward like a raging tide, engulfing them from all sides and making the situation even more perilous.

The middle‑aged man made a swift decision and barked in a low voice to the person beside him.

"Take Young Master Ye and leave first."

That person nodded without hesitation and replied.

"Good."

Before his words had even faded, he grabbed Ye Zhangqing's arm, turned, and rushed off in a certain direction.

At the same time, the remaining two men each unleashed their own magical treasures.

These treasures varied in form, but without exception their surfaces were coated with a layer of mysterious substance.

This layer resembled ordinary Talisman Seals at a glance, yet upon closer inspection it revealed a clear distinction from common Talisman Seals.

Its pattern was intricate and interlaced, emitting a strange light that was hard to fathom.

Even the well‑traveled Ye Zhangqing was seeing this peculiar seal‑like object for the first time in his life.

Moreover, the entire magical implement was almost completely wrapped in this mysterious substance, leaving not a single gap.

Facing the Black Ropes surging like a tide, a flash of sternness crossed the middle‑aged man's eyes.

He brandished his long sword fiercely, and a brilliant blade of light shot forth instantly.

With a crisp 'crack', countless Black Ropes snapped apart. What was even more strange was that, unlike before, these severed Black Ropes did not split and multiply; instead they withered away at a visible speed, as if losing their vitality.

The middle‑aged man and one of his companions managed to block those Black Ropes, yet some still slipped past them and surged toward Ye Zhangqing.

Feeling the Black Ropes swiftly pursuing from behind, the Immortal Emperor cultivator escorting Ye Zhangqing likewise unleashed his own magical treasure.

Just like the middle‑aged man and his companion, the surface of his treasure was also wrapped in something resembling a Talisman Seal.

Immediately, as the Black Ropes were about to strike, he turned and swung his sword; the Black Rope was cleanly cut and then quickly withered away.

Seeing this, a flicker of strangeness crossed Ye Zhangqing's eyes; it was obvious that the three middle‑aged men knew how to deal with these Black Ropes—but who exactly were they?