The abandoned factory was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and blood. Su Yao and Lin Yu stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes fixed warily on the towering figure in black robes, who gripped a black scythe. The dark mist swirling around the man pulsed as if alive; with every ripple, a piercing chill emanated, frosting the very air around them.
"Little brats," the man rasped, his voice as harsh and grating as sandpaper. "Since you’ve delivered yourselves to my doorstep, don’t expect to leave alive." He swung his scythe, sending a black, crescent-shaped blade of energy tearing through the air toward them.
Lin Yu reacted instantly, blocking with his blue longsword as he chanted, "Ice-type Spell: Ice Shield!" A thick barrier of ice crystals manifested, intercepting the blade. The tremendous impact, however, forced him back several steps, his feet gouging deep prints into the concrete floor.
Chapter 249