His body seemed to have completely merged into the boundless black darkness. Ling Ying suddenly formed a hand seal, and the black curtain spreading across the sky surged violently. Countless black streams of light burst forth, intertwining with one another before finally forming a black spear.
The Black Spear stretched six or seven meters long, engraved with strange patterns, its tip spiraled in shape. Streams of black aura surged around it like seawater.
"Hmph, this old fellow wants to blast me to death completely." A bead of cold sweat slid down Xiao Yicai's forehead as he watched the old man's stance. "But... can you do it?" He raised his longsword upright and ran two fingers across the center of the blade. The powerful Dou Qi of a one-star Dou Emperor surged forth and poured into the sword.
The treasured sword, infused with Xiao Yicai's Dou Qi, immediately shone with brilliant blue light. Visible sword qi shot out in all directions around the blade. Xiao Yicai gripped the sharp sword and swung it upward in a half arc, pointing directly at the sky.
At once, the heavens changed. High in the sky, countless meters above Ling Ying's position, vast black clouds gathered toward a single center, each cloud carrying traces of blue lightning.
Boom! The black clouds converged at an unimaginable speed, forming a black vortex. At its center, lightning flashed and thunder roared—a terrifying sight!
The young man began to chant, "Mystic lightning of the nine heavens, become divine thunder. Glorious heavenly might, drawn forth by this sword."
"Go!"
"Descend!"
Without paying any heed to the vast thunderclouds overhead, Ling Ying seized the enormous spear before him and blasted it toward Xiao Yicai. Any villain who dared harm the young miss had to die!
Boom! At the same time, deep