A savage smile appeared on the black-robed elder's face. The Black Sword trembled in his hand, its edge slicing through every obstacle as it shot straight toward Yi Chen's throat.
Yi Chen rose higher again, but those black swords clung to him like maggots burrowing into bone.
Anxiety gripped Yi Chen. He knew that if he could not break free, death awaited him.
Suddenly, Yi Chen frowned. He had sensed a trace of danger-a figure was silently approaching him.
Yi Chen gritted his teeth and planted both feet on the ground, then shot upward like an arrow. Black chains coiled around his body.
Rings of blue ripples erupted from Yi Chen's body. As they spread outward, the black chains shattered one after another, dissolving into black mist that filled the air.
Yi Chen staggered and collapsed into a sitting position on the ground.
Yi Chen cursed inwardly. Damn it, these black chains might not be solid, but they're incredibly tough-far tougher than black iron.
Watching the elder slowly descend from the sky, Yi Chen's pupils abruptly contracted. His eyes narrowed slightly, streaks of silver light flickering within them.
"Thunderfire Divine Spear, explode!"
Yi Chen roared, and power surged out of his body. The Thunderfire Divine Spear released a clear dragon's cry in his hand. Purple lightning danced along its shaft, and the entire spear instantly swelled to several dozen feet in length. A mass of searing flames burst from its tip.
Boom!
The enormous spear image tore through the sky and slammed into the black-robed elder.
The black-robed elder's body abruptly stiffened. The Thunderfire Divine Spear smashed him into pulp, leaving not even a scrap behind.
Yi Chen breathed a sigh of relief, secretly delighted. Finally, that's taken care of!
His body fell from midair and landed on a rock.