Within Su Fan's Netherworld Domain of Law, thick, ink-black Yin energy surged wildly like a living thing.
The spiritual radiance swirling around more than a dozen old monsters of the Celestial Race at the Integration Stage flickered in the eerie mist, like fireflies adrift and on the verge of extinction in the depths of the sea.
Su Fan stood tall at the heart of the domain. The Netherworld Yin Fire coiled around his fingertips and blazed fiercely, its dark green light dyeing half the void in an eerie hue. The leaping blue flames seemed like Evil Entities with minds of their own, letting out fine, shrill cries that drilled straight into the depths of the heart.
A thunderous boom exploded, and waves of Netherworld Filth suddenly surged along the edge of the domain, rising a hundred zhang high. The waves carried the mournful howls of ancient resentful spirits, like one sorrowful melody after another powerful enough to shatter stone and pierce the clouds.
Wherever the Filth passed, the void cracked apart like fragile glass. Yin Fire madly burst through the fissures, scorching the protective spiritual radiance around the Celestial Race cultivators and producing ear-piercing sizzling sounds. Under the corrosion of the Yin Fire, that radiance was like thin snow beneath the blazing sun, gradually melting away.
The eyes of these Celestial Race Integration Stage old monsters were filled with shock and fear. They hurriedly activated their divine abilities, sending countless golden beams bursting forth. Yet the moment those beams touched the Yin Fire, they were like remnant snow tossed into boiling oil, turning into wisps of green smoke and vanishing.
Su Fan hid in the shadows of the domain, his eyes fixed on the battle's progression.
The moment one of the Celestial Race old monsters was entangled by the Netherworld