The Uncontrolled Yin Void

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The blade flashed like a shadow, raining down in a dense flurry of strikes on Ox Seat.

Blood immediately sprayed from Ox Seat's body as he was hacked back step by step.

His body had completely lost its former toughness. Only the ox head on his chest was as hard as iron, and it took Fang Yue several extra strikes to wound it.

When Fang Yue finally lowered his blade, Ox Seat had been cut down to the ground. The ox head on his chest stared at him with a calm, icy gaze.

From the feel of each strike, Fang Yue could tell that cutting Ox Seat with the Ice Blade was like cutting a corpse.

It was as if, apart from the living ox head on his chest, the rest of Ox Seat's body had already rotted away.

Reversing his grip on the Ice Blade, Fang Yue was about to run it through the ox head on Ox Seat's chest.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

A gust of wind suddenly howled behind him. He instinctively ducked, and a fist's force swept over his head.

That thing was behind him!

His expression darkening, Fang Yue wrapped the Ice Blade in black energy and slashed backward at waist height.

Whumm!

The blade passed through what was behind him, as if he were cutting through water. It met resistance, then emerged on the other side.

Unable to see the Yin Void, Fang Yue prepared to strike again the instant his blade passed through it.

But before he could attack, a sudden, excruciating pain flared across his face, as if someone had punched him squarely in the face.

His teeth flew out, and he was sent hurtling backward.

He landed, steadied himself, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.