The darkness suspended in the void seemed to sense Lin Fan's hostility and began to churn violently. Countless tiny ripples appeared across its surface, which had once been as still as a stagnant pool. Every ripple spread outward with a suffocating malice. That malice condensed into a tangible, icy gale that howled through this airless void, whipping Shen Xiu's white robes until they snapped in the wind.
The consciousness of the extraterrestrial evil race was furious—and afraid.
It was furious that the successor of the Thunder Emperor, who had sealed it here a hundred thousand years ago, dared to come before it and provoke it. It was afraid because the aura radiating from that human in azure robes reminded it of the brutal war a hundred thousand years ago—among the countless fallen powerhouses, this man's aura had been exceptionally powerful, exceptionally dangerous.
Lin Fan slowly raised his right hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together. A ball of white light gathered at his fingertips. The light was faint to the extreme, almost transparent, yet Shen Xiu knew that this inconspicuous white glow possessed the power to erase all things.
"Wait." Shen Xiu suddenly spoke. "Let me do it."
Lin Fan's fingers halted in midair. He turned to look at Shen Xiu, a trace of scrutiny in his gaze. "You want to face it alone? This is the consciousness of an extraterrestrial evil race. Though only a lingering wisp remains, it is still not something a Saint Venerable Realm cultivator can handle."
"I know." Shen Xiu nodded, his gaze resolute. "But it is also part of the evil race. I want to test the power of the sixth move—to see just how far my strength has reached after fusing with Senior's final wisp of will. If I cannot even deal