As everyone stood petrified with terror, their hearts trembling, Li Xuancang's gaze turned icy. He charged at the vortex and threw a punch.
At that instant, he unleashed every last ounce of his strength without reserve.
Blinding golden light flared from his fist, like a blazing sun rising in the void.
"Bang!"
His fist force slammed into the vortex with an earth-shattering boom, and the entire cave abode shook violently.
The immense force of his punch tore through the vortex, yet Li Xuancang's power was diverted elsewhere, unable to destroy it.
Li Xuancang's pupils contracted, and his second punch followed at once.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...
No matter how Li Xuancang threw his punches, the vortex remained as immovable as a mountain.
The aura of the person inside rose steadily, on the verge of Awakening.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the man's aura reached its peak and could rise no further.
He opened his eyes, and the entire cave abode trembled as though heaven and earth were overturning. A terrifying evil aura erupted like mountains roaring and seas surging.
"Bang!"
Li Xuancang bore the brunt of it and was blasted backward.
"Pfft!"
"Argh!"
"Urgh!"
"..."
Over a hundred Blacksteel Camp soldiers were crushed outright by the evil aura, reduced to ash and scattered to the winds.
"Fall back!"
Everyone was utterly horrified and hurriedly retreated.
But where could they possibly retreat to?
The man stepped out of the vortex. His features were stern, his frame broad and powerful, and a terrifying aura radiated from his body.
His eyes were an eerie black, with neither whites nor pupils—only endless darkness.
At his feet lay countless shriveled corpses, all cultivators who had entered the cave abode.
Their blood and souls had been completely drained away, leaving behind nothing but