The cold eyes of the Netherworld Envoy were like two sharp swords, piercing the void, fixedly staring at Lin Xuan.
The next moment, he swiftly swung the Half Moon Scythe in his hand, rapidly chopping down.
A wave of monumental murderous intent erupted like a flood, sweeping across all directions.
A jet-black light surged in the void like the Nether River, falling rapidly as if capable of splitting mountains and rivers, annihilating the sky.
The ink-black energy roared like a raging tide, forming an irresistible momentum, surging forward as if it would swallow Lin Xuan whole.
The scene was too terrifying, causing everyone around to exclaim in shock.
Murong Qingcheng's exquisite face also bore great gravity, and she had even mobilized the Spiritual Power within her, ready to intervene at the crucial moment.
