After settling the sect's affairs, the young disciple and the others felt as though a great weight had been lifted. They were about to turn and leave when, at the very instant they took a step, the sky suddenly darkened. Black clouds gathered swiftly like churning ink, blotting out the sun and shrouding heaven and earth in darkness.
Amid a rumble of thunder, a mysterious and imposing voice echoed from within the clouds. "You ignorant fools, how dare you ruin my plans! Today will be the day you die!"
Before the voice had faded, an enormous black hand stretched out from the clouds. Like a mountain, it descended upon them with the force to destroy heaven and earth.
Everyone's faces changed drastically. They hurriedly scattered and unleashed their respective spells, trying to withstand the terrifying black hand. For a moment, countless lights intertwined and crashed fiercely against it.
However, the black hand was unimaginably powerful. Though their attacks made it pause slightly, it quickly recovered and continued reaching for them.
Just as everyone was falling into despair, the black hand suddenly trembled violently as if struck by something, then rapidly withdrew into the clouds.
Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the clouds churned, and a Mysterious Person cloaked entirely in black slowly emerged. A layer of dark mist enveloped him, concealing his true face, yet the aura he radiated was far more powerful than that of any enemy they had faced before.
After coming to a stop, the Mysterious Person looked at them coldly and swept both hands. Countless Black Flames fell from the sky like meteors, raining down upon the group.
They hurriedly raised protective barriers, hoping to block the Black Flames. Yet the flames seemed alive, relentlessly corroding their shields as the light upon them grew