Thick black mist, like a giant beast, bared its fangs as it devoured the Immortal Cultivation Academy. The once serene and peaceful sanctuary of cultivation instantly transformed into a living hell. Screams, cries for help, and the sounds of combat mingled with the roar of collapsing buildings, weaving together into a final requiem of doomsday.
"Hahaha..." The man in the black robe laughed with unbridled arrogance. Looking down upon it all from above, his eyes flickered with madness and triumph. "See this? This is the fate of defying me! Hand over the System, and I might consider stopping all of this!"
Qin Zhizhi and Yin Sichen stood back to back, resisting the erosion of the black mist. Yin Sichen's entire body radiated a fierce, biting murderous intent, and the long sword in his hand struck out like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, shattering every shred of encroaching black mist. He said in an icy voice, "In your dreams! You crooked, demonic scum, and you dare talk terms?"
Chapter 17