Yishu moved first, closing the distance between them in a blurred flash of motion. Before Ningyan could even react, she was standing directly in front of him.
A sharp, inhuman screech tore from her throat as demonic energy burst violently around her, thick black veins crawling up her neck.
The sight was eerily familiar, chillingly reminiscent of the presence Yan Qinghe had projected back at Sunland City.
Ningyan didn't flinch.
He raised his hand and blocked.
The impact rang through the corridor, demonic energy crashing against his barrier before dispersing uselessly.
He didn't even move.
A single pulse of force sent her flying back. She slammed into the wall and crashed straight through it.
The next chamber erupted into chaos as servants stumbled back in shock, candles flickering wildly from the impact.
Ningyan stepped through the broken wall, his expression cold, controlled.
