Rumble! Thunderous crashes rang out one after another.
Golden fist shadows collided with black clouds, erupting in dazzling flashes of gold and black.
The first few rings of pale black clouds were forcibly shattered by the golden fist shadows, but more black clouds rippled forward, ring after ring, sweeping away every remaining fist shadow as though they were impossibly resilient.
"Hahaha! Your fists certainly pack a punch, but this Iron Cloud Formation specifically counters Body Tempering techniques. Just stay inside and wait for death!" The silver-robed man laughed wildly, then formed a seal with one hand. At once, the rings of pale black iron clouds below began churning together.
"This Iron Cloud Formation really is rather interesting. With such a formidable technique, could you be a True Disciple of the Mara Sect?" Wang Yu frowned and withdrew his arm as he asked.
"You finally figured it out. Indeed, I, Yun, am the Mara Sect's eleventh True Disciple. Dying at my hands will be a worthy end for you." The silver-robed man spoke smugly, then activated the seal in his hand.
The rings of iron clouds below surged toward the center.
"A True Disciple."
Wang Yu murmured those words, formed a seal of his own, and chanted under his breath. Red radiance swept over his body, and a crimson barrier appeared around him.
The next instant, rings of black clouds struck the red barrier like waves, producing a continuous series of bangs.
Black mist intertwined with red light. The Crimson Veil flickered slightly, revealing twelve faint crimson spirit inscriptions, but its walls remained as solid as ever, not budging an inch.
High above, the silver-robed man's smug expression froze. After closely examining the spirit inscriptions on the Crimson Veil below, he exclaimed in surprise, "Flame Veil!" But he immediately remembered something