Suddenly, crimson flames erupted from Yun Lintian's body, incinerating the dark chains instantly.
Hollowgrave's smirk vanished as he staggered back, his technique broken.
The four Palace Masters regrouped, their expressions grim.
This man… he's not just strong.
He's a monster.
Witherbone hissed. "We'll have to get serious."
The four of them spread out, forming a formation. Their auras intertwined, creating a domain of absolute darkness.
Hei Yue's fists clenched. She turned to her father again. "Father! If this continues—"
She wasn't afraid that Yun Lintian would be in danger; rather, she was worried that he would become serious and kill all the Palace Masters.
The God of Darkness finally raised a hand.
"Enough."
A single word—but it carried the weight of divine law.
The Palace Masters immediately halted, their formation dispersing. They bowed deeply.
"My Lord!"
The God of Darkness stood from his throne, his presence dominating the entire space.
