Black Fiend snorted coldly, his expression no longer as composed as before.
Gritting his teeth, he summoned all the Spiritual Power remaining in his body and formed a dark barrier before him, thicker than the last. Then he spoke from behind it, his voice carrying the vicious resolve of someone driven into a corner. "Even if you've advanced to Legend rank, you're not necessarily a match for me! You've only just broken through, and your cultivation hasn't fully stabilized. Do you really think you can beat me?"
Despite his words, he was quietly inching backward.
His earlier exchange with Ye Zong had already revealed the extent of his opponent's abilities. Though Ye Zong had only just broken through, his Wind and Snow Attribute Spiritual Power naturally carried slowing and restraining effects. The longer an opponent fought him, the more severely their speed would be suppressed.
Black Fiend's cultivation technique favored assassination and agility. Under this sustained suppression of bitter cold, his speed was dwindling little by little. Continuing the fight would do him no good.
He was waiting for an opportunity to escape.
But he had barely taken half a step backward, his heel not yet firmly planted, when a pale golden screen of light rose from the ground, closing around him from every direction like an enormous transparent bowl.
The screen moved so quickly that before he could react, it had closed into a complete cage, trapping him inside.
Fine inscription patterns flowed across its surface. Ancient, profound fluctuations of Spiritual Power emanated from between them, steady and weighty, carrying an irresistible pressure.
A booming voice rang down from high behind them, carried by Spiritual Power clearly through the wind and battle cries into everyone's ears. "Do you think Glory City is somewhere you can come and go as