Black Baleful Ancestor's expression changed.
He had lived for nearly a thousand years and seen countless powerful experts, yet he had never encountered such power—white and purple light intertwined, neither pure spiritual energy nor mere lightning, but something more fundamental, more terrifying. The aura emitted by that light made even his soul tremble, as though he was facing not a person, but the will of the entire Heavenly Dao.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?" A trace of fear he himself was unwilling to acknowledge crept into Black Baleful Ancestor's voice.
Lin Fan did not answer. He merely flicked a finger forward, and the white light shot soundlessly at Black Baleful Ancestor like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
Black Baleful Ancestor reacted swiftly. The instant Lin Fan raised his hand, he had already activated all the Dark Power within him, forming layer after layer of black barriers before himself. Those barriers were thicker and sturdier than Netherworld Elder's; each one could withstand the full-force strike of a Saint Venerable Realm Ninth Heaven expert.
But before the white light, those barriers might as well not have existed.
The white light pierced through the first barrier without pausing; it passed through the second without slowing; the third, fourth, fifth... all seven barriers were pierced through in less than a breath. Before Black Baleful Ancestor could even make a second response, the white light had already reached him.
Just as the white light was about to strike Black Baleful Ancestor, a bolt of black lightning suddenly shot out from the depths of the altar and collided with it.
Boom!
A muffled explosion echoed through the underground space. The black lightning and white light dispersed at the same time, turning into countless tiny motes that drifted through the air.
Black Baleful Ancestor staggered back