As Yang Chen's words faded, an almost imperceptible whirlwind formed around him, lifting dust off the ancient hall's blue bricks. His eyes, once a dull brown, glowed a sinister crimson. A mischievous yet restrained smile played on his lips, his gaze ominously sweeping over the remaining seven adversaries. An unsettling aura permeated the hall, making everyone feel as if they were standing in the presence of a black hole, ready to devour their souls.
The four members of BlueStorm and the three with Danzhen Rinpoche grouped together, bracing themselves for Yang Chen's assault.
"Yang Da-ge, he…" Yezi couldn't recognize Yang Chen anymore. His aura had completely transformed, making him seem like a different person altogether.
Haixiao shielded Yezi behind him and retreated several steps, warning her, "Yezi, don't get close, he's dangerous."
