The mountain must have felt its core rumble. Its molten core shifted and churned.
Black lightning clashed with black smoke. Yu Yanlin's expression was one of stone. He lunged forward and slashed his sword downward. Rock disintegrated beneath his strike. The shrouded man had just barely managed to escape the fatal blow but black lightning was dancing off the blade. It struck out like darting vipers, hungry for blood and death.
The black smoke acted as a veil, steam arose from the sizzling sound. The veiled man had raised his arm up to protect his face as the smoke was slowly eating away at his power. He gritted his teeth but knew he was at a disadvantage in this stage.
But hadn't thought that the fallen demon king, Yu Yanlin had retained this much of his power! How was such a thing possible?
He laughed bitterly. The demon king's eyes reflected light and shined eerily in the dark chamber.
