Deep in Black Wind Gully, atop an altar encircled by broken stone pillars, the air hung as heavy as iron.
Before him, at the center of the ancient battlefield's altar, a wisp of awakened pure darkness writhed with an aura of ill omen and destruction. It moved like a living tentacle, slowly twisting as it radiated a pressure that made the soul tremble.
Behind him, three figures wreathed in dense Netherworld Curse Power had pierced the gray mist and sealed off his escape in a triangular formation. The one leading them was the Netherworld Cult expert who had clashed with him in the Ghost Market, leaving a mark on his chest bone! The two behind him were slightly weaker, but they were both in the late stage of the Aperture Opening Realm. They held bone staffs, and ghostly green flames flickered in their eye sockets.
A wolf before him, a tiger behind—murderous intent bared!
"Little bastard, so it was you who stirred the World-Eroding Demonic Mark!" The Netherworld Cult expert glared at Li Yuan, especially at the Black Fragments in his arms, which radiated scorching heat. Unprecedented greed and killing intent flared in his scarlet eyes. "Hand over the holy relic fragment, and I'll leave your corpse intact!"
With his back to the three men, Li Yuan kept his gaze fixed on the dark energy at the altar's center. Inside him, Crimson Sun spun furiously at an unprecedented speed. The resonance from the Black Fragments in his arms grew stronger and stronger, as though an invisible bridge had formed between them and that wisp of dark energy!
He could sense that something seemed to be wrapped deep within that dark energy... something tiny, yet radiating a power that could command all Baleful Intent and make every chaotic grudge nearby bow