Crack, crack, crack—
The twisted shadows were suddenly covered in a layer of frost.
Immediately after, dense cracks appeared all over their bodies.
A series of bangs echoed in succession.
All the shadows shattered in an instant.
In the next moment, a blazing red sword light, like the scorching sun, swiftly reached Master You Ying.
From extreme cold to extreme heat.
Master Binghuo's sword light did not pause for a moment, transitioning without leaving any trace.
A hint of fierceness flashed across Master You Ying's somewhat sinister face.
Behind him, it seemed like even the light was being devoured.
A dark light, profound to the extreme, suddenly emerged out of nowhere.
A hissing sound was heard.
That dark light seemed like snow meeting the scorching sun, split in two by Master Binghuo's red sword light.
"What?"
A look of surprise finally flashed through Master You Ying's eyes.
But soon, it seemed as if numerous twisted black tentacles emerged around him.
