Ao Xue's battle with the black-clad youth grew increasingly intense, leaving the Zhou Family youths staring in shock. The destructive power of their clash had nearly reached the level of a Grandmaster Realm battle, greatly startling them. What surprised them most was that the black-clad youth could actually fight Ao Xue to a standstill.
As a Saint Grade peak expert, Zhou Bing also revealed a look of surprise.
He could sense that the energy within the black-clad youth was exceptionally pure and had nothing to do with the undead race's Power of Death.
Yet the black-clad youth could summon flaming skulls, something Zhou Bing found hard to believe.
He could not help but wonder: how could pure energy summon skulls that radiated dense Death Qi and burned with black flames?
Lin Qiangguo's expression was also filled with confusion. His eyes remained fixed on the black-clad youth as he tried to figure out what exactly the skull the youth had summoned was.
He felt there had to be some secret behind it, but unfortunately, the black-clad youth did not summon that kind of skull again during his battle with Ao Xue. As a result, Lin Qiangguo could not uncover any more answers to this mystery.
Although everyone was curious about the black-clad youth's ability to summon skulls, the fierce battle forced them to shift their attention back to the fight.
Now, nearly every move Ao Xue and the black-clad youth made stirred up a small energy storm. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart as their figures crossed and clashed. Their techniques were exquisitely refined, and every attack carried devastating force.
The Sacred Scepter in Ao Xue's hand danced as Sacred Power spread out, nearly transforming the entire Battle Stage into a Sacred Domain.
The black-clad youth, meanwhile, continuously attacked