At this moment, the sudden change had already left Abbess Shuiyue and the others completely stunned.
One moment, Taoist Yi Chengzi had been showing off his divine might, hanging the mysterious black-robed figure in the sky to be beaten, and in the next, the winds and clouds had shifted, turning into the 'black-robed person' pummeling Yi Taoist into disarray.
"Yi Taoist, are you alright?"
Abbess Shuiyue and the others hurried over, concerned, a tremendous sense of despair arising in their hearts.
Their strongest, Yi Chen, seemingly had no strength to fight back against the mysterious 'black-robed person' before them, a feeling of powerlessness that made everyone's emotions complex and varied.
"Stand back, don't come closer."
Yi Chen used his gaze to stop the others from coming any closer, then turned his attention toward the 'black-robed' figure, licking the blood at the corner of his mouth, a long-lost taste of rust appearing on his tongue.
