However, Chen Yi could no longer concern himself with such matters. For now, he had to wait for the main gate to close; leaving was not an option.
Amid these turbulent thoughts.
Bzzzz!
Amidst the howling gale, the sharp sound of a hook and chain whizzing through the air pierced the silence!
Bam!
Chen Yi twisted his blade to cut the incoming attack. The deafening hum blasted outward, and with his cultivation realm plummeting, he was forced back over thirty feet. By the time he landed, the weapon in his hand—Unwavering Thought—was still trembling incessantly.
In the suffocating darkness of the narrow valley, the shadowy visage of the Daoist of Yin Mountain slowly emerged, his hooked chain swinging lightly in hand, his smile cruel and bone-chilling:
"It seems your strength is completely drained. Good, good, good—heaven is truly on my side!"
He spoke the word "good" three times in succession, and with each utterance, thick waves of malevolent energy spread outward.
