Inside the Darkness Temple, the moment Lin Langtian put away the Darkness Origin Bead, the entire hall fell into a brief, deathly silence.
Those Experts who had still been clinging to a shred of luck, hoping to seize it amid the chaos, now had ashen faces, their eyes filled with helplessness and resentment.
Even the Dark Spirit Clan's Second Elder, An Cang, had been beaten into a miserable retreat. What could people like them, whose strength was inferior to An Cang's, possibly do?
Moreover, beside Lin Langtian stood Helian Tieshan, a peak consummate Earthly Supreme. Who would dare make a move?
Hei Yuan sighed and led the people of Black Water Pavilion silently off to the side. Ying Mei bit her lip, also put away the dagger in her hand, and retreated into the shadows. Jiao Tu clutched the wound on his arm, his expression dark, yet he did not dare say another word.
Those wandering Experts had long since hidden themselves at the edge of the hall, afraid that Lin Langtian would notice them.
However, just as everyone thought this struggle had already settled, an ink-black figure slowly walked out.
Heitian Jue!
He stood with his hands behind his back, his ink-black long hair drifting gently in the dim light, his jet-black robe spotless, like the brightest star in the night sky.
His expression remained indifferent, as though everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. Yet when he looked at Lin Langtian, a trace of hard-to-detect gravity and greed flashed through those deep, pitch-black eyes.
But the heat in his eyes was quickly restrained, because he knew that within these ruins, there was still a treasure even more important than the Darkness Origin Bead.
"The Darkness Origin Bead has already acknowledged a master. We have