In just an instant, Nangong Chilong made his decision!
He brazenly met the surging cold light stirred up by the Ancient Evil Race, intending to break through head-on.
As a result, Xi Yinglong and his three companions had no choice but to halt and observe the battle.
Nangong Chilong's majestic face was grim, his frosty brows and white sideburns concealing a murderous intent.
As he executed his Flying Escape, he waved his sleeve and summoned a jet-black iron ruler. It was as dark as inkstone, and over a dozen ancient glyphs on its surface began to glow brightly.
He muttered an incantation, and the light from the iron ruler grew increasingly brilliant until it finally transformed into a swirling black Fire Cloud dancing through the air.
The cold light spread like a tide, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
Nangong Chilong shoved the black Fire Cloud forward. The iron ruler shot out from within, instantly crashing into the sky-blotting wave of cold light.
