And this silver War Spear was none other than the black-robed figure's magical treasure!
The silver War Spear shot forth, carrying a terrifying surge of energy, and slammed into the cliff, shattering the massive boulder outright.
Rumble!
The enormous rock turned to powder in an instant, spraying in every direction.
A huge fissure spread open in a flash.
Just then, a black light flashed, and a black-clad figure came into view, walking slowly toward the rock.
Holding the War Spear, the black-robed figure looked at the enormous fissure, a mocking smile curling his lips. "Boy, are you finally afraid? Too late. I told you long ago that you would die today. No one can save you, because you don't deserve to live in this world. You only deserve to die in endless agony!"
With those words, the black-robed figure stepped into the enormous rock.
Boom!
An earth-shaking explosion rang out, and the entire valley trembled violently.
Fortunately, the valley was not very high, so there were no major problems.
On the other side of the valley, however, stood a towering mountain a thousand feet tall.
Countless palaces had been built on that mountain: magnificent halls gleaming with gold, drab gray houses, pitch-black pavilions, and great golden halls.
By now, more than half the mountain had collapsed.
The black-robed figure stood atop the collapsed mountain, looking down at Yi Chen below.
That feeling of gazing down upon all living beings was utterly exhilarating!
"Boy, do you see now? I told you that you should never have come here. Nothing good will come of it, and before me, you can only bow your head and obey!" the black-robed figure said with a cold laugh.
At those words, Yi Chen continued to regard him indifferently, looking utterly unconcerned.
"You are a powerful cultivator,