The black spear collided with the white light without making a sound.
It was not that the sound had been swallowed, but that something beyond the realm of sound had occurred at the point of collision. That place was no longer a point, but a strange, twisted void-hole beyond words. Black and white intertwined within it, spinning, merging, annihilating each other. Every rotation unleashed an energy shockwave powerful enough to destroy an entire city.
Lin Fan's body was hurled away by the shockwave, slamming heavily into a ruined wall behind him and smashing the stone wall, several zhang thick, to pieces. He lay amid the rubble, without a single intact spot on his body. Blood poured from countless wounds, staining the stones beneath him dark red. His right index finger had already been severed. White light lingered at the fingertip for a moment before fading away completely.
The Black Heaven Emperor was not in much better shape. His black spear had shattered in the collision, and the backlash from the Dark Power had severely damaged his meridians. His body fell from the ruins and crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His single eye stared fixedly in Lin Fan's direction, its blood-red pupil brimming with fury and unwillingness.
"You... you actually..." The Black Heaven Emperor struggled to rise, but his legs no longer obeyed him. He had barely pushed himself halfway up before collapsing again.
Lin Fan did not move. It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not. There was not a trace of spiritual power left within him. His meridians were utterly empty, like an ancient well run dry. His consciousness began to blur, and the world before his eyes slowly dimmed, as though a black veil were gradually