A wild gale rose out of nowhere, carrying the chill of the Nine Netherworld.
Fist-sized rocks were easily flipped up, slamming into the surrounding cliff walls with loud bangs; tree trunks as thick as a bowl were snapped in half at the waist, and a layer of ashen frost swiftly formed over the broken surfaces…
Li Yan and Lv San lay low behind a boulder, yet were still whipped by the stray gusts until their robes snapped in the wind and their faces stung.
They focused their gaze, only to see darkness and black mist intertwined and rolling, the darkness expanding now and then to devour great swathes of fog. Two tall phantoms could be vaguely seen within, flickering and colliding at extreme speed.
This internal struggle within the Yin Bureau did not last long.
After roughly seven or eight breaths, the two entangled forces suddenly separated.
