The illusory figures that had originally intended to coil around Luo Yan rapidly shrank back into the mist under the suppressive force of the killing Qi.
Then the deathly aura ignited by Silent Fire gathered into a sphere in Luo Yan's palm.
Luo Yan clenched his five fingers, and the black orb stretched and warped, extending and transforming into a long black spear.
Ten Directions Annihilation Spear!
Looking at the black spear whose surface constantly writhed, Luo Yan raised his arm and swung it violently.
The spear immediately tore into the night, carving an arc through the air as it fell toward the center of the camp.
Inside the camp.
Zou Yue watched with his own eyes as the spear rose from the distant grassy slope, then descended above his head.
Although he had no idea what it was, his instincts told him that it was definitely nothing good.
Driven by instinct, Zou Yue immediately let out a loud shout and erupted with all his strength, charging in the opposite direction toward the camp's outskirts.
At that moment.
The black spear had already struck the ground.
When it drove into the earth like a nail, surging black flames spread out from beneath its tip.
With the spear tip as their origin, four streams of pitch-black fire formed a massive cross.
The black cross split the camp apart. Then, amid their rising and dancing, those deep, deathly, heavy black flames transformed into a black storm that enveloped the camp!
Zou Yue had almost reached the edge of the camp when a strand of black flame flew past the corner of his eye.
It then wrapped around him.
The pitch-black flames invaded through Zou Yue's seven orifices and every pore of his body, rapidly burrowing inward along each blood vessel and nerve.