The staff member was forcibly lifted into the air by Chang Yin.
Chang Yin's cold, sinister gaze met his directly, like an Asura crawling up from hell to claim a life.
A terrifying aura bore down on everyone. The Crimson Yan Mark on his bulging chest muscles swelled crimson with blood, and towering rage poured forth, filling the entire Duel Arena with savage, rampant Killing Intent.
Chang Yin gripped the staff member's neck, his five fingers steadily tightening. The latter kicked wildly, clawing at Chang Yin's hand in an attempt to break free.
"Trash. This is the price for daring to toy with me."
The corners of Chang Yin's lips curled up, revealing a twisted, perverse smile.
With a little more force from his fingers, all it would take was a single thought for him to crush the staff member's neck.
"Does it hurt? Are you despairing?"
Chang Yin watched the staff member's pale face with amusement, taunting him without pause.
But at that moment, a black phantom came racing over.
Boom!
A blade came down at breakneck speed, striking Chang Yin squarely across the back.
A dull, heavy sound rang out where the blade met flesh. The Crimson Yan Mark on Chang Yin's chest flickered faintly before falling silent once more.
Chang Yin's face darkened. His fingers loosened, and the staff member crashed to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing in unbearable agony.
Chang Yin paid him no attention. Instead, he turned around coldly and looked at the black figure that had ambushed him.
It had no face.
"Heh, an interesting ability."
Chang Yin sneered. The Crimson Yan Mark on his chest suddenly shot outward, transforming into a hideous great net that pounced toward the shadow.
Blood-colored light spread everywhere, and Killing Intent surged to the heavens. Most