John gazed at the massive net descending upon him, his expression shifting slightly.
He could clearly sense the strange nature of these dark magics. It felt as though the black-robed figures were one entity. Though each of them only had the cultivation level of seven stars, their combined attack was not weaker than that of an eight-star expert.
"Kid, daring to oppose Celestial Vault, you're truly courting death!" The leader of the black-robed men looked at John, who appeared stunned, assuming he was paralyzed with fear. A sneer formed on his face.
Whoosh!
The gigantic net woven from dark magic suddenly contracted, the pressure spreading and causing the air to tremble.
John, however, remained calm, his expression unchanged.
Boom! Boom...
A series of thunderous explosions echoed as the dark magic detonated, a violent wind spiraling outward, sending John flying. Yet, he remained unharmed.