Within the dark passage, Jiang Dali maintained a chopping stance without moving again, yet his inner strength continued to slowly pour into the Dali Fire Qilin Saber, keeping the Fire Qilin's Inverse Scale and reverse blood on the saber active, drawing out the Fire Qilin that might be lurking somewhere deep within the cave.
This truly was the grand feat of fishing for a qilin in Lingyun Cave.
A ferocious beast that martial world folk avoided at all costs—yet Jiang Dali wanted to seek it out, capture it, and subdue it. Such audacity truly befitted the number-one madman acknowledged by the martial world.
At this moment, he guarded his mind in silence, having completely entered that instant before battle. An utterly tranquil spiritual awareness drifted forth from the depths of his mind.
His heart was unprecedentedly calm yet expectant, his mind gradually becoming clear and crystalline. He seemed to merge into the air, blending with the surrounding space and darkness. Every current of air in the dark passages around him, every sense of spatial distance, every faint breeze, even the barely audible whistling...
"A whistling sound cutting through the air?"
Jiang Dali's heart stirred. He keenly detected the whistling approaching from afar, growing clearer and clearer.
Even the airflow in the passage ahead to the left seemed to be changing. The scorching temperature appeared to be rising, rising faster and faster.
Rumble—
The whistling had turned into a deep sound that shook the passage, as though an enormous boulder were rolling through the tunnel ahead. The temperature of the air there rose rapidly.
A massive ball of fire suddenly appeared in the passage ahead to the left with a boom, brimming with savage momentum.
In a flash, it whistled from the top of the rock wall over there into this