Clash of Phantoms and the Defense of the Dao Heart
The illusory figures materialized from the sphere's light resembled malevolent spirits pouring forth from endless chaos, taking on bizarre and bone-chilling forms. Some looked like ancient titans, their bodies wreathed in world-destroying might as if a mere wave of their hands could shatter the stars; others resembled underworld Demons, with twisted, ferocious visages radiating a sickening stench of decay and evil that inspired awe and dread. The moment they appeared, they lunged forward with the ferocious speed of starving wolves, charging fiercely at the group.
Lin Yu's eyes flashed with lightning-cold sharpness as Chaos Power roared and gathered in his palm like a black, furious dragon. With a flash of his movement, he streaked forward like a beam of black light, charging into the vanguard against one of the illusory figures. The Demon-Suppressing Sword danced in his hands into an impenetrable defense, black Chaos Power surging like a violent, dark tide to slash crosswise at the phantom. The instant the two collided, a series of deafening roars erupted, as though determined to shatter every inch of the subterranean space. Yet the illusory figure seemed utterly unfazed; it abruptly opened its gaping maw, spitting out a torrent of Flame as scorching as the sun's core, which swept toward Lin Yu with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to ignite and warp out of shape.
Chapter 409