As Jin Feng's words fell, the golden spear in his hand trembled. The shaft suddenly shook, releasing a deep hum.
Thousands upon thousands of patterns on the spear lit up at once, their golden radiance dazzling.
Behind him, streak after streak of golden spear qi emerged from the void like bamboo shoots after rain. Each was thirty feet long, brilliant as if cast from pure gold, its sharpness almost tangible. In the blink of an eye, they densely filled half the sky—hundreds of them in total.
The power of every spear qi was no weaker than the previous one!
"Fall!"
As Jin Feng spoke, the hundreds of spear qi behind him moved in unison, shooting toward Qin Yan like a golden meteor shower!
The spear qi tore through the void with piercing explosions. Hundreds of sounds overlapped, deafening everyone present.
Golden light illuminated the entire sky, dyeing even the dark-red earth of the Ruined Battlefield a brilliant gold.
Wherever the spear qi passed, space shook violently, rippling with layers of black waves as though it might shatter at any moment.
Qin Yan's expression remained unchanged as he watched the golden meteor shower before him.
Hundreds of Grandmaster-level attacks were enough to blast any Peak Sixth Grade Martial Artist into pulp.
But he was no ordinary Peak Sixth Grade Martial Artist.
Then he slowly said, "Darkness Altar, appear!"
As his words fell, the Darkness Domain spanning ten meters around him suddenly surged and boiled. Dense Darkness Force churned wildly like boiling ink, rapidly intertwining and condensing behind him. Moments later, an ancient hexagonal altar one hundred feet tall slowly took shape behind Qin Yan.
The altar was black as ink. Countless obscure Darkness Runes densely covered its six pillars, while a jet-black flame quietly burned at its peak. The entire altar