Puff!
Suddenly, a slash of chaotic energy, tinged with the Ice Phoenix's cold, grazed Yin's arm. The area didn't freeze; it fluctuated wildly between absolute zero and superheated plasma before Yin could forcibly stabilize it with his power. The pain was insignificant, but the implication was staggering: he had been hit.
A flicker of something akin to panic—an emotion utterly foreign to him—crossed Yin's features. He had not anticipated this. He had expected Nian Shi to rely on brute force with the chaotic power. He had not expected the usurper to wield Yun Lintian's intricate and synergistic combat style with such ruthless perfection.
"Very good!" Yin snarled, deflecting a combined assault of dragon roar and triple flames. The shockwave unmade a nearby dwarf galaxy. "You force me to stoop to your level!"
