Faced with Zi Yan's furious sword strike, the black figure dared not take it lightly.
He pressed two fingers of his right hand together, dark light surging wildly at their tips. An intensely frigid aura swept out of his body, instantly freezing the moisture in the air into fine ice crystals that fluttered to the ground.
Even the space around his fingertips warped slightly from the cold. Then he thrust his fingers straight at the tip of Zi Yan's approaching sword.
Bang!
The blade and the light around his fingers collided fiercely in midair. A visible ripple of power spread madly in every direction from the point of impact.
Wherever it passed, the hard rocks around the cave entrance crumbled like tofu, filling the air with stone dust. Even the mountain shook violently under the impact, countless enormous cracks spreading across its slopes.
Zi Yan felt a bone-chilling force travel up the Dragon Phoenix Sword into her arm. Her wrist went slightly numb, and the impact forced her back a step.
Whoosh!
The black figure was blasted backward by the force of Zi Yan's strike. He tumbled several times in midair, then repeatedly tapped his toes against empty space. Each step sent rings of dark ripples spreading through the air before he finally managed to steady himself.
He hovered in midair as the hazy black light surrounding him slowly dissipated, revealing his true appearance.
When Long Qingyue saw his face clearly, her pupils abruptly contracted, and a startled cry escaped her lips.
"You're... the Netherworld Prince of the Netherworld Palace!"
Lin Ming and Zi Yan turned their gazes toward him at the same time. A young man dressed in black stood suspended in the air.
His long black hair fell loosely to his shoulders and down his back, stirring gently