Desperate Battle

But Situ Xuan was not dead. He was not even injured.

A rustle came from the pile of shattered bones, and Situ Xuan stood up from within it. He brushed bone fragments off his body, moved his arms, which had been smashed a little numb, and the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"Not bad strength." Situ Xuan's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial. "But it's still not enough."

The flaming eyes of the Red-Gold Dragon Soul suddenly narrowed. It clearly had not expected this human to take a sweep from its dragon tail and still be able to stand, looking completely unharmed at that.

Situ Xuan did not stop moving. He twisted his neck, and his cervical vertebrae let out a crisp series of cracks. Then he raised his head and looked at the Red-Gold Dragon Soul, the scarlet, savage light in his eyes growing thicker and thicker.

"Darkness Without Sun!"

Situ Xuan's palms began to move, palm shadows flashing and weaving as streams of black Malevolent Qi surged from his palms. Like ink dripping into clear water, they rapidly spread in every direction. The Malevolent Qi gathered thicker and denser, until it finally formed a Darkness Domain several hundred meters across.

Within the domain, one could not see their fingers before their face. It was not ordinary darkness, but an absolute darkness that could even block Soul Power perception. The Malevolent Qi roiled and surged in the dark, like black venomous snakes waiting for a chance to strike.

The flaming eyes of the Red-Gold Dragon Soul flickered in the darkness. It tried to use the dragon race's perception abilities to lock onto Situ Xuan's position, but the Malevolent Qi interfered with its senses. It could only feel countless auras