"Shen Sanyou? Night Crying Man?!" Li Yan’s face instantly turned extremely grim.
Shock felt like ice water pouring over his head.
Night Crying Man!
This was his old friend from Chang’an, who had experienced life and death together, drank wine, and handled funerals with him, a mysterious figure from the Yin Sect.
Li Yan distinctly remembered that years ago, Night Crying Man suddenly undertook an extremely secret mission from the sect, leaving silently without a proper farewell, even completely severing contact with his beloved.
Back then, he vaguely guessed that it was likely for investigating the Jianmu Organization.
There might be sect secrets involved, or dangers beyond imagination that made Night Crying Man choose to leave without notice, taking the burden alone.
Li Yan had planned to make inquiries about this old friend’s whereabouts on his journey east.
But he never expected to reunite in such a manner on a desolate island!
What was even more terrifying was that the current Night Crying Man clearly had some issues.
Though he was decadent and wanton back then, there was a lively spirit hidden deep in his eyes.
Nowadays, a dense Yin Sha Qi surged all over him, like black smoke entwining his body, his face pale and blue like a corpse from a grave, emitting a mix of dead silence and madness, his gaze hollow, resembling a puppet on strings.
What on earth has he encountered?
Li Yan’s mind was racing, a mix of doubt, anxiety, and anger.
But there was no time to ponder as a sudden change occurred!
The seated Night Crying Man suddenly moved!
His movements were swift and smooth, unlike his previous sluggishness, like a wisp of black smoke blown by a fierce wind, he pounced towards the nearest person, Kuai Dayou.
His hands turned into claws, fingernails pitch black and sharp, creating a hissing sound as they cut through the air.
This was the Yin Sect’s secret technique, "Yin Sha Claw."
Li Yan had seen him use it before; although the name didn’t sound orthodox, it was an evil-breaking method for exorcism.
Now, however, it seemed more like a demon’s martial arts.
Not only that, but his mouth emitted an unintelligible, beast-like roar.
Whilst not human language, it faintly carried a soul-hooking, mysterious rhythm.
It was his signature tune "Crying Heaven, Earth, Ghosts and Gods" transformed, resembling ghostly whispers at this moment.
"Watch out!" Long Yan’er shot a Gu Worm from her fingertips, attempting to stop him.
But Night Crying Man’s speed was astonishing, surrounded by billowing black smoke, seemingly able to distort light, the group’s vision couldn’t keep up with his movements.
The thick Yin Qi not only made him incredibly fast but also formed some sort of defense.
The Gu Worms hadn’t even approached before dropping to the ground.
He moved like a ghost of the night, his steps staggering and eerie, precisely executing his unique Qinggong "Bat Inverted Suspension."
When exhibited now, it added an even more ghastly appearance.
"Be careful!" Wang Daoxuan growled, waving the Peach Wood Sword, talisman drawing Gang Qi, attempting to use a spell to delay Night Crying Man.
With Wang Daoxuan’s current cultivation, solely in spells, he was unmatched among the group.
However, it only made Night Crying Man’s surrounding black smoke tremble.
As Night Crying Man lunged towards Kuai Dayou, Wu Ba slapped a huge stone towards him.
Crack!
Night Crying Man clawed through, and rubble flew everywhere.
The group was wary, not daring to go all out.
Night Crying Man seemed to have lost all reason, ignoring the calls of old friends, only a clouded murderous intent in his eyes.
He sometimes darted along the ground like a ghost, sometimes twisted in ways defying logic, shoulder and elbow joints making a chilling crunch, changing direction in an instant, each onslaught aimed at vital points.
Had it not been for the group’s seamless cooperation, casualties might have already occurred.
Li Yan watched anxiously.
The Night Crying Man he faced now had abnormal growth in strength, with crueler, more sinister methods, entirely different from the one in memories who carried a Soul Summoning Banner, sang death songs, and exorcized demons.
He must be controlled by some evil technique!
He must be subdued for treatment!
Determined, Li Yan’s eyes flashed with lightning.
He took a deep breath, and the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope whistled forth, crackling with electricity.
Arcs of lightning leaped, immediately shrouding him, transforming into a silhouette armored with thunder light.
It was his Divine Transformation Technique, Thunder God Transformation.
Night Crying Man’s current state, similar to his Divine Transformation Technique, could only be restrained with this.
This Thunder Technique was the nemesis of Yin Sha Evil Qi.
As lightning jumped, the air had a scorched scent, the surrounding Yin Qi black smoke rapidly dissolving.
"Roar!"
Sensing Li Yan’s Supreme Yang and Strong thunder power, Night Crying Man roared inhumanly, abandoning other targets, wrapped in tumultuous black smoke, rushing straight at Li Yan!
Li Yan moved his body, transformed into a human-shaped lightning bolt to meet him head-on!
In the canyon, a breathtaking scene unfolded:
One was an ink-black, constantly rolling shadow emitting endless cold deathly air;
One was dazzling electricity, booming with sound, emitting thunderous force tearing through the darkness!
The two figures collided violently, chased, and dodged at speeds hard to discern with the naked eye!
Night Crying Man’s Yin Sha Claw tore through the air, bringing wailing ghost noises, claw wind containing Yin Sha energy that could freeze blood.
Li Yan, like the Thunder God descended, each blow burst forth with blinding lightning and deafening booms, striking precisely at the densest part of the black smoke, endlessly dispersing and purifying it.
"Bang!" "Boom!" "Slash!"
The collision sounds between claw and Thunder Rope, the explosive sounds of Yin Qi torn by thunder, the sound of flying debris from force packed impacts filled the air.
The black smoke and electric light crazily tangled and obliterated, leaving burnt marks and pervasive chilling mist at the scene.
Their speed was incredibly fast, in a limited space creating countless afterimages.
The group could only see a rapidly tumbling, constantly flashing black thunderlight sphere frantically moving in the canyon, unable to discern who was who.
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