Yang Yihang circulated the Spirit Energy in his body and attacked Lin Chuan, confidence written across his face.
Lin Chuan simply stood there without moving.
Scared stiff, huh? Yang Yihang thought.
Suddenly, a line of flames appeared at his feet, blocking his path.
The flames separated him from Lin Chuan like a dividing line.
He was about to scoff at how useless setting a fire was when he saw the flames slowly turn black!
The fire should have been scorching hot, yet it gave off a chill that seeped deep into his bones.
He could clearly sense that touching these flames would not burn him to death, but freeze him to death!
"A Level Four Ability User? Panicking already?"
Yang Yihang looked up in terror and saw something that shook him even more.
He saw eerie black energy radiating from Lin Chuan's entire body.
Mixed into that blackness were threads of red, like streaks of blood.
Against that sight, the smile on Lin Chuan's face looked all the more eerie and cold.
Yang Yihang instinctively shouted at him, "That's not Spirit Energy! Who the hell are you!"
How could this notorious coward, this disgrace of an operative from the Demon-Suppression Bureau, be so terrifying?
Lin Chuan's voice was inscrutable. "Spirit Energy? Heh, how could that worthless power compare to the power of a Wizard my teacher bestowed on me?"
"The Demon-Suppression Bureau? A genius? What a complete joke."
In the glow of the black flames, his face looked handsome yet sinister, his killing intent so intense that Yang Yihang could not help feeling afraid.
Yang Yihang went cold all over. He saw the flames slowly spreading toward him.
"You can't kill me! The Demon-Suppression Bureau won't let you get away with it!" His voice carried unmistakable fear.
Lin Chuan sneered.