Just as a vicious gleam flashed in the black-robed middle-aged man's eyes and his index finger came down, something utterly beyond his expectations happened.
A dark spike suddenly appeared beneath his neck without the slightest warning.
Without any omen whatsoever, it struck the black-robed middle-aged man's spiritual power barrier with a sharp "ding."
The spiritual power barrier laid down by the black-robed middle-aged man's false Nascent Soul cultivation actually cracked all over from that single strike!
In an instant, the black-robed middle-aged man's soul trembled, causing the index finger he had been lowering to halt.
He did not understand what had happened, especially why his soul had suddenly developed such an ominous palpitation.
Before he could react, another dark spike emerged. Just as the previous "ding" rang out, this dark spike slammed heavily into the spiritual power barrier again.
The spiritual power barrier, already riddled with cracks, immediately shattered inch by inch. The two dark spikes came whistling in.
The black-robed middle-aged man instinctively tilted his head. With two "hiss" sounds, the black spikes pierced through his earlobe and the side of his face respectively, instantly tearing open two bloody wounds on his earlobe and cheek.
At last, after both sides had exchanged blows for so long, blood had finally appeared on one side.
What the black-robed middle-aged man had never expected was not merely how the other side had broken through his defense, but that deep within his soul, it suddenly felt as though two long nails had been driven directly into it.
He involuntarily opened his mouth and let out a pained howl. This agony seemed to return him to a certain moment in the past, when his soul had been devoured by the purple-robed middle-aged man.
The black-robed middle-aged man could no longer maintain the hand seals