Black Light surged.
It was as though the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of the entire world had fused together. As Jiang Qiao strode forward, they transformed into a roaring torrent and charged toward the wielder of the drumstick!
"Clang!"
"Crackle, crackle, crackle—"
Fist and bone.
Talisman and inscription.
The dark Black Light and the ghastly white radiance.
Two different styles.
Different natures.
Different attributes.
The forces collided, instantly erupting into a terrifying shockwave that rocked heaven and earth!
"Shing!"
Blades flashed.
Seeing how fierce Jiang Qiao was, the Mysterious Person in the black cloak realized he had encountered a powerful opponent. The sickle in his hand tore through the void and slashed in from Jiang Qiao's side, trying to force him to defend himself.
Black Mist billowed.
Countless agonized, twisted faces emerged, emitting silent cries and wails.
This sickle.
No one knew how many living beings it had killed.
So much resentment and fear had accumulated that the negative aura actually formed vivid masks. They seemed almost tangible as they accompanied the blade light, making one's mind tremble uncontrollably.
Jiang Qiao neither dodged nor retreated.
He threw a punch!
The wind of his fist howled, streaks of lightning intertwining into runes that shattered the soul-rending faces. Then, without losing momentum, thunder roared forth, sending the sharp sickle and the Mysterious Person flying together!
"Impossible!"
The Mysterious Person cried out in shock.
An incredulous light flickered in the eyes visible through his mask.
Fourth Order!
This man was only Fourth Order!
Not only could he withstand three Fifth Tiers head-on, he could even gain the upper hand!
When that punch came at him.
He felt as though he were facing a towering mountain descending from the heavens, blotting out the sky and sun and shaking the four directions, leaving him unable