As he spoke, the figure attacked again. This time, his assault was even fiercer, countless streams of dark energy turning into sharp swords that shot toward Yun Che and his two companions.
Yun Che's gaze remained unchanged. Holding Ling Xue's hand with his left, he pressed the fingers of his right hand together like a sword. Divine light flickered at his fingertips as he lightly swept them downward.
In an instant, a dazzling golden Sword Aura appeared out of thin air. Like a river of light spanning heaven and earth, it carried unmatched sharpness and tremendous divine power, shredding every incoming sword of dark energy.
Without losing momentum, the Sword Aura swept straight toward the black-robed figure. In its wake, even the dense darkness around it was torn apart, leaving a clearly defined vacuum.
"What... what power is this!"
The black-robed figure's pupils abruptly contracted. Clearly, he had not expected Yun Che's counterattack to be so swift and overwhelming. He suddenly drifted backward, forming seals with both hands. An enormous shield of dark energy materialized before him as he tried to block this world-destroying strike.
Yet the golden Sword Aura pierced the dark shield as easily as cutting through tofu, slashing toward the black-robed figure's chest without slowing in the slightest.
The black-robed figure let out a roar of shock and fury. At the last possible instant, he twisted his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. Still, the Sword Aura grazed his left arm. His black sleeve instantly turned to ash, exposing a deathly pale, withered arm wreathed in wisps of black mist. He had clearly suffered a serious injury.
"You do have some tricks. But the game ends here."
Before the black-robed figure had finished speaking, the dark aura around him surged. The temperature inside the ice tomb plummeted