Right then, it was as if the atmosphere surrounding Zhao Yin thickened with an almost palpable sense of dread.
The once-steady rhythm of his heart now felt erratic, as though each beat was struggling to sustain his very existence. His body, that was once fueled by the overwhelming power of his Black Veil Domain, felt foreign, distant.
The world itself around him seemed to be fading into a blurry haze, his senses slipping like sand through his fingers.
A quick glance around confirmed his worst fear: the three cultivators, the Green Blade Sect disciples and the loose cultivator, had closed in on him with ease.
They circled him like wolves, sensing the weakness in his once-mighty form.
"You've lost, brat," sneered Pan Zhen, the first disciple of the Green Blade Sect, his green eyes flashing with cruel delight.
His sword was ready, its blade emanating an earth-shattering energy. "You're finished."
