Initial Results of Battle

"End this quickly!" The thought flashed through Xiao Yan's mind. As he spoke, he was already preparing to use the Black Flame in his right hand.

The Black Flame was exceptionally effective against members of the Spirit Clan. The man before him had not yet reached the Half-Saint level and could not forcibly suppress the Black Flame.

After taking two moves, Ling Fengzhui's calm eyes beneath his ghost mask locked onto Wei Jiangyuan. Between Xiao Yan and Wei Jiangyuan, he had naturally already made his judgment as to who was stronger.

The night was deep, and killing intent had congealed into something almost tangible.

Darkness so dense it could not be dispersed rolled forth from Ling Fengzhui's body. It was not merely a play of light and shadow, but something stranger, like a mixture of ink and tar—viscous as a flowing swamp, yet strangely possessing the drifting quality of black clouds. More fatally, the surging darkness resembled the gaping maw of an abyss, completely swallowing and concealing Ling Fengzhui, along with every fluctuation of his Dou Qi. His aura vanished from perception in an instant.

Once the darkness had fully enveloped him, it abruptly contracted into an arrow as black as ink loosed from a bowstring. Its speed soared to the extreme, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek as it shot straight at Wei Jiangyuan like a bone-clinging parasite!

Watching Ling Fengzhui charge toward him, Wei Jiangyuan was not the least bit anxious. The speed of a Heaven-tier movement Dou Technique was no joke. In an instant, several Wei Jiangyuans seemed to flicker into existence and vanish in the night, ghostly afterimages crisscrossing and trailing behind him, making it impossible to grasp the path of his true body. At the same time, his palms flew through the air,