The Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Seventh Chapter: Must Die
Qu Zhenhong spoke smugly as he raised his right hand.
Vast power was drawn in and compressed, forming a black pellet of spiritual energy in the palm of his right hand.
The black pellet contained boundless destructive power. Space around it twisted, and faint black cracks appeared, as if it were about to shatter.
Qu Zhenhong looked toward the direction where he had sensed Soul Power earlier. Though he still couldn't sense Bi Fan's presence, he was confident Bi Fan was right there.
So he chose to attack the entire area indiscriminately.
He gave a light flick of his raised right hand, and the pellet in his palm shot away.
Blackness tore across the sky.
Boom!
A deafening explosion.
At the center of the black pellet, darkness burst outward. The pellet swallowed the surrounding gale, and endless waves of scorching air seared the atmosphere.
The immense force ripped open space, creating one tiny black crack after another. Then they vanished without a trace.
In just a few breaths, nothing remained here but lingering heat, as if nothing had happened at all.
Yet both Elder Sword Senior and Xuan Chen wore expressions of relief and lingering fear.
"What incredible power!"
"Elder Sword Senior, we owe it to your foresight again this time!"
Xuan Chen was deeply relieved that he had followed Elder Sword Senior's directions earlier.
Otherwise, Bi Fan would already have been forced to reveal himself by that immense power.
Elder Sword Senior didn't grow smug.
He chuckled and replied modestly, "It's nothing. I've simply lived a long time and seen a lot."
As he spoke, Elder Sword Senior kept a wary eye on Qu Zhenhong in the distance, just in case.
At that moment, after unleashing his attack, Qu Zhenhong