Blazing Black Hand threw a punch, his fist wrapped in pitch-black flames. Fire surged along the edge of his fist and exploded outward, scorching the air until it twisted and warped.
Black Flame Purgatory Fist!
Yue Zhengen's pupils suddenly contracted.
The moment his words fell, the other party had already charged before him at an unimaginable speed. Caught off guard, he had no time to gather strength for a powerful move. He could only cross his arms as two layers of light shields instantly condensed before him.
Fourth Soul Skill: Angel Barrier!
Bang—!!
The heavy black flames smashed into the light shields, erupting with a deafening roar.
Pitch-black fire and golden holy light clashed wildly, and shockwaves burst outward in all directions. The tents below were sent flying, while the earth and stones on the ground were swept clean.
Yue Zhengen felt his arms sink as immense force traveled through the light shields. Golden light flickered violently around his body, and he involuntarily slid backward dozens of meters before barely steadying himself.
His arms were slightly numb, and fine cracks had already spread across the light shields.
After a direct clash, he had actually fallen into a disadvantage.
Yue Zhengen's gaze sharpened as he looked at the crimson figure opposite him, his tone grave. "Who are you?"
Flame Black Hand shook his hand, the black flames around his fist leaping without end. He bared his teeth in a savage grin, violence filling his golden flame-like vertical pupils. "What? Angel brat, weren't you acting mighty just now?"
"You killed so many of my clansmen. Do you really think the Black Hand Clan are useless?!"
As his words fell, he shook both hands, and the black flames around him instantly surged.
Demonic Spirit Flame!
Pitch-black flames spread like a tide. Wherever they