On the clifftop, Gongsun Yang watched as the Western Regions Saintess gradually became hysterical, not blinking an eye. He straightened and drew his knife, charging at the woman like a bolt of lightning.
The blade shone in the night, the cold gleam piercing the sky.
"Too much to bear!" Long Wan Yue shrieked, "Black Prison Suppressing Evil."
A rumbling explosion erupted under her feet in the mountains, and a dark density engulfed the area, covering her figure, which vanished from sight.
Gongsun Yang dashed into the darkness with dazzling knife light.
After half a pot of tea, a silver light directly split apart the black veil.
Then the Black Prison shattered.
Gongsun Yang emerged, with the golden bell suspended above his head, his Green Armor gilded by golden light, exuding divine majesty. The night wind stirred his gray-white hair, his eyes reflecting golden light, fierce and intense. Blood dripped from the long knife in his right hand.
