"Ignorant undead, get lost! He belongs to me!" While Yan Zhe battled A Shinu, he saw Lin Qi actually reaching out to seize Arushiman and shrieked in fury. The mass of black light-flame hanging above the secret vault suddenly blazed brightly, and countless thumb-thick chains formed from black fire fell from the sky, clanking as they coiled toward Lin Qi.
Lin Qi gave a cold snort. The aura around him suddenly became exceedingly strange; amid the ash-white aura of the undead was mixed a vast, bone-chilling power of water elements. When the chains of black fire collided with that gray-black blend of undead and water-element aura, they immediately let out a sound like a bucket of icy water being poured into a cauldron of boiling oil.
Several dozen black chains silently melted away. Lin Qi had already rushed to Arushiman's side and seized him by the throat. Arushiman wisely did not struggle. He stared at Yan Zhe in horror, his body trembling faintly as he allowed Lin Qi to grab him.
Dark Blood and his four clansmen shrieked themselves hoarse. They swiftly transformed into countless black droplets of blood and shot toward Lin Qi. The air was torn apart into innumerable visible vortices, and the piercing shrieks made eardrums ache. In the blink of an eye, they crashed into Lin Qi. This time, Lin Qi had no intention of holding back. Countless extremely fine black spikes suddenly surged from the surface of his body and violently collided head-on with the blood droplets Dark Blood and the others had become.
Those black spikes were formed from Hell's filthy power, yet they also contained a trace of thunder power from Penglai and Kunlun. Dark Blood and the others were first struck by Hell's foul, evil force so hard that their souls nearly