After parting ways with Qing Yun and the others, Ming Hao did not linger, but returned straight to his residence.
Although he had ultimately won the battle, his internal injuries were severe, and he urgently needed to enter seclusion to recuperate and restore his vitality.
After Zhao Bufan and the others returned to their residences, they headed straight into their Cultivation Chambers without delay.
Strangely, however, they kept going in and out, seemingly busy with something.
Night fell, and the sky was so dark that one could barely see a hand held before one's face.
The disciples outside had returned to their residences early, and few were still wandering about.
At that moment, Ming Hao sat quietly alone inside his Cultivation Chamber, neither practicing his cultivation method nor contemplating profound mysteries,
but simply sitting there like a statue, as though waiting for something.
Suddenly, an earth-shattering crash shattered the night's silence, and the residence's protective formation tore apart like paper.
An enormous hand pierced the roof like a bolt of black lightning and reached straight for Ying Ming Hao.
Alarmed, Ying Ming Hao immediately roused all the energy in his body, trying to withstand the sudden attack.
Yet the gulf between their strengths was simply too vast, and his resistance seemed utterly insignificant before that enormous hand,
which seized him in an instant and lifted him like a chick before a mysterious figure.
Ying Ming Hao looked closely and saw a figure shrouded entirely in black mist. He could neither make out the figure's true appearance nor tell whether they were a man or a woman.
The mysterious figure stood motionless, yet radiated an aura that made his heart tremble, as though they were the sovereign of this darkness.
Suddenly, the mysterious figure's other hand shot like lightning toward