SWOOSH!
A fan-shaped spray of black Sword Aura shot forward.
The blades of light were like a torrential downpour, each one impossibly sharp.
Black Yama snorted coldly.
His body turned ethereal and indistinct, like a reflection on water.
The unparalleled Sword Aura passed right through his body.
It sent ripples spreading through him.
When all the Sword Aura had vanished, Black Yama's form solidified, completely unharmed. A smug, proud look spread across his face as he declared, "I don't know what method you used to suddenly boost your strength. But as I've said, even a Human Emperor would have a hard time killing me. You are not yet worthy of taking my life!"
The most unique aspect of Black Yama's Shadow Martial Soul was its life-preserving abilities.
After all, only powerhouses at or above the Human Emperor Realm could wield Space Power.
But Black Yama, relying on his Shadow Martial Soul, could turn his body ethereal and merge into space.
