The Man in Black dared not linger another moment. He recalled his Law Treasure, turned, and fled.
He darted into the air, pushed off a leaf, and abruptly grew insubstantial. No longer caring that he could easily be discovered, he was about to fly away.
Who could have imagined that the instant his toes left the leaf, the sky would suddenly darken?
A mass of black mist hung over the treetops, as though it had been waiting there for him all along.
The black mist dropped straight onto his face.
Everything went black before the Man in Black's eyes.
He toppled stiffly backward onto the fallen leaves, all signs of life gone.
The black mist quivered gently in the wind without dispersing, a pale face faintly visible within it.
As the wind picked up, the black mist retreated to the ground and advanced in silence, looking like the rain-washed black eaves of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices-those were the azure dragon's horns.
The black mist burrowed into a crack in the cliff. Just as it was about to vanish, it suddenly began to writhe violently.
The pale face within the mist had been utterly expressionless, indifferent to the extreme, but now it suddenly contorted, filled with shock and fury.
An enormous hand from somewhere unknown... had seized the black mist.
The enormous hand had a greenish hue.
That green was as fresh as grass, yet also like rotting flesh.
These were clearly two entirely different impressions, yet they united in this enormous hand, creating an extremely uncanny feeling.
The enormous green hand closed.
The black mist struggled and twisted desperately, trying to escape, but could not.
Soon, with an exceedingly low, furious cry, the black mist abruptly dispersed, shattering into countless clusters of soul fire.
These soul fires were of