At that moment, Wang Sheng's aura surged like a raging tide, no longer restrained in the slightest.
Now that things had come to this, there was no need to keep hiding his strength.
True Qi surged and churned around him like crashing waves. In an instant, he transformed into an enormous fireball, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth as it hurtled straight toward its target.
The black-clad man knew that escaping would be all but impossible, so he made a split-second decision and chose to fight back.
In an instant, thick black mist billowed out around him, enveloping his entire body. An intensely sinister, unnatural aura radiated from within.
The black mist seemed alive, rapidly spreading to a radius of ten feet. Everywhere it reached sank into inky darkness, so thick that one couldn't see one's own hand before one's eyes.
The fireball, packed with tremendous force, surged forward without a hint of hesitation and smashed into the black mist.
The mist shuddered violently. Then, like boiling water, it began to roil and churn.
In a moment, a slender yet eerie red thread spread rapidly from the heart of the darkness. In the blink of an eye, it had reached across the entire area of mist. Then, with a whoosh, blazing flames erupted.
At the same time, a scream of unimaginable agony ripped through the silence between heaven and earth.
With a tremendous boom, a dazzling ball of fire burst open in the night sky like fireworks.
When the black mist had burned away, a figure slowly came into view.
The flames around Wang Sheng gradually died down. Draped in the black-clad man's robe, he held up a person who hung limp as a rag.
A closer look revealed that, apart from his head, which still looked human,