The cultivator draped in black robes was utterly enraged!
He bore the pressure, releasing the last bit of profound qi within him, shattering the rocks and mountains around him.
If it weren't for the towering palace above the mountain, emitting a seven-colored divine light that suppressed him,
with his cultivation, he could have easily destroyed the mountain.
The surrounding rocks crumbled, creating a large pit.
Within the pit, he stood coldly.
"Since you've seen through my schemes, seen through my attempt to ambush you,
then I will no longer hide!
I want you, dead!" The cultivator in black robes raised his hand, and a spike, surrounded by black light, shot out fiercely, heading straight for Yang Yan.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Yan placed the large cauldron in front of him.
As the spike neared, the divine patterns etched on the three-legged furnace suddenly emitted light.
The spike hit the cauldron and made a booming sound.
