"This fluctuation... it's the Spatial Ancestor Symbol."
Xiao Ling raised a brow slightly and spoke calmly.
At the words "Spatial Ancestor Symbol," Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xuanzi beside him abruptly paled. The next moment, everyone clearly saw layer upon layer of ripples silently spread through the empty space before the black-robed man.
With nothing more than a casual grasp of his hand, the entire surrounding space violently twisted. The originally intangible void seemed to solidify beneath his palm into something tangible and touchable.
Xiao Ling's gaze remained calm and unmoved. He curled his fingers slightly and flicked them, releasing a domineering, mighty force that sent the black-robed figure flying backward.
Yet the shadow seemed utterly incapable of feeling pain. He stepped through the air, shifting and weaving through space with the Power of Space, and reappeared before Xiao Ling in an instant.
The next moment, the shadow raised two fingers like a sword. Obscure spatial origin power coiled around his fingertips as they pierced through layers of void and shot straight for Xiao Ling's glabella. His strike was ruthless and resolute, without the slightest mercy.
His silver-glowing fingers resembled peerless blades, their sharpness enough to chill the soul. Yet they abruptly froze ten feet away from Xiao Ling. His entire body hung stiffly in midair, firmly imprisoned by an invisible barrier, unable to advance or retreat even an inch.
A breeze drifted quietly through the void, fluttering the black robe and cloak around him.
The dark shadows slowly dispersed, vaguely revealing the face beneath the hood. It was a young face with sharply defined features, yet abnormally pale skin, carrying a gloomy stillness utterly at odds with the surroundings.
"Lord Xiao Ling, wait! You must not attack!"
At that moment, an urgent, anxious cry suddenly rang out from behind the