The black sun bore down upon him, and Yue Zhengen had nowhere to evade.
He gripped his sword with both hands, pouring all his Soul Power into the blade. Golden light burst forth from the holy sword.
Eighth Soul Skill: Myriad Feather Divine Judgment Prison!
Billions of angelic light feathers descended from behind him, forming a closed-ring judgment domain. The feathers were as dense as a torrential downpour, each carrying the power to tear apart the soul. Within the domain, even the circulation of Soul Power became sluggish.
Golden feathers collided with the black fireball.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—
The piercing sound of corrosion resounded across the sky.
The light feathers relentlessly shredded the black flames, while the black flames relentlessly burned away the feathers. The two remained locked in midair, neither yielding an inch.
The soldiers below held their breath, staring tensely into the sky.
Yet no one noticed that Flame Black Hand had already silently merged into the black flames.
At the most intense moment of the stalemate between the feathers and the fireball, a crimson figure shot out from the side of the fireball, moving so fast that only an afterimage remained.
He bypassed the judgment domain head-on and charged straight at Yue Zhengen's side.
"Kid, don't focus so hard!"
By the time the mocking voice rang out, Flame Black Hand had already reached Yue Zhengen's side.
He clenched his right fist, drawing all the black flames into his knuckles until only the most condensed point of dark crimson remained.
Black Flame Purgatory Fist!
His full-powered punch crashed viciously into Yue Zhengen's waist.
Bang—!
A dull explosion rang out.
Yue Zhengen's entire body shuddered violently. The armor plates around the waist of his Battle Armor instantly caved in and cracked, and black flames crazily burrowed through the fissures.