"Ji Chenglie, rest in peace!" He Tiancheng murmured softly. His voice seemed to cross the barriers of time and space, echoing slowly through the silent night sky.
His voice held boundless grief, as desolate as an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, as still as winter snow blanketing the earth.
His heart brimmed with resolve and determination, like a warrior marching to his death, spilling his blood and faith across his final battlefield.
As He Tiancheng chanted, his Martial Soul, the Black Feather Crane, slowly spread his wings. Those enormous black wings unfurled beneath the night sky like a magnificent painting.
Every feather on his wings radiated a profound dark aura, as though it had drawn every trace of darkness from the endless night sky.
At that moment, dense darkness enveloped the entire battlefield, as though night had fallen and the stars had vanished, leaving only the Black Feather Crane soaring through the heavens.
This was the Black Feather Crane's Sixth Soul Skill-Dark Night Storm.
He Tiancheng drew a deep breath and drove the Soul Power within his body, unleashing the Black Feather Crane's power to its utmost.
The Black Feather Crane swept his wings fiercely, and raging winds instantly howled to life, whipping dust and shattered stones into the sky.
At the same time, dark elements gathered madly, intertwining with the raging winds to form a storm that could destroy heaven and earth.
Within the storm, wind and darkness fused and surged against each other, like an awakened primordial beast roaring and charging through endless darkness.
That terrifying power descended like the god of death, mercilessly devouring every enemy who dared challenge it.
Determination gleamed in He Tiancheng's eyes. He stared at the heart of the storm, as though he could see Ji Chenglie's figure through its raging fury.
Meanwhile,