Unfeeling Refinement

The black figure let out an angry roar. Then several streaks of black-purple light suddenly appeared around the hollow and shot rapidly toward Ye Lin.

The next moment, a golden barrier rose from Ye Lin's body, blocking every streak of light.

"An attack at the mid-stage Spirit Transformation level? Is that your last trump card? Heh."

Ye Lin gave a scornful smile and increased the force of his movements. He was going to refine the black mist directly.

"Damn it! I once held sway over the ancient era. I never imagined I'd end up falling into your hands! Damn it, damn it!"

"If I were at my peak, how could I be suffering such humiliation?"

The black figure endured the piercing pain and roared in unwilling fury.

At his peak, he could have blown Ye Lin to death with a single breath. But unfortunately, all that remained of him now was a wisp of a remnant soul.

If his treasure hadn't run into a problem these past few days, how could Ye Lin have discovered him?

Damn it. Where had Ye Lin come from? His treasure had just happened to malfunction over the past few days, and Ye Lin had just happened to show up.

Why? Why could such a coincidence happen in this world?

He fell into deep self-doubt over the matter.

He had relied on this treasure to evade detection by the major powers for hundreds, even thousands, of years. Yet it had just happened to run into trouble these past few days, and Ye Lin had just happened to arrive.

How could such a coincidence happen under heaven?

A mere five minutes later, the black figure who had been so arrogant was on the verge of death, his entire form reduced to a mass of black liquid.