The air within the pocket dimension grew heavy, the oppressive aura of death intensifying with each passing moment. The very fabric of space-time seemed to groan under the strain, the distorted landscape threatening to implode under the weight of Yun Lintian's unleashed power.
Outside, the crowd watched in horrified fascination as the shimmering barrier surrounding the pocket dimension pulsed and throbbed, its surface rippling with waves of chaotic energy. The chilling aura emanating from within sent shivers down their spines, a primal fear gripping their hearts.
"Tian'er..." Yun Wushuang, her face etched with worry, clutched her chest, her heart pounding like a frantic drum.
She wanted to make a move but was restrained by Yun Mucheng.
"It's useless for you to go," Yun Mucheng said calmly.
Yun Wushuang could only stare at the throbbing pocket dimension in concern. She feared for his safety, for the consequences of unleashing such a terrifying power.
Yun Xue, her expression a mask of cold calculation, observed the scene with a keen eye. She had underestimated Yun Lintian once again, his true strength far surpassing her initial
assessment.
The Great Law of Death, a power that even she, a True God, approached with caution, was now wielded by this young man with an unsettling mastery.
A flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Was he truly Yun Wushuang's son?
Within the pocket dimension, Yun Lintian's eyes, blazing with the violet light of death, scanned the surrounding darkness, searching for any trace of Yin Ye's presence.
The shadows, once Yin Ye's domain, now recoiled from his aura, their darkness fading and dissipating like morning mist under the rising sun.
Yun Lintian raised his hand, his palm glowing with a deathly aura. The flames surrounding him, now infused with the power of the Great Law of Death, intensified, their spectral heat reaching a fever pitch.
Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation in the fabric of space caught his attention. A faint ripple, barely perceptible to the naked eye, betrayed Yin Ye's desperate attempt to escape the confines of the pocket dimension.
Yun Lintian frowned. He didn't believe Yin Ye was telling the truth. There had to be something more to it.
Outside the pocket dimension, Yun Xue's sharp eyes observed the scene with growing interest.
"His shadow technique has become stronger again." She muttered.
Yun Wushuang, her anxiety reaching a fever pitch, turned to Yun Xue with a pleading look. "Palace Master, please explain. What just happened?"
"Yin Ye can switch places with his shadow avatar at will," Yun Xue explained calmly. "The Yin Ye you saw disintegrate was merely a projection, a decoy meant to distract and deceive."
"A shadow avatar?" Yun Wushuang was surprised.
"The Law of Shadow is a mysterious and unpredictable force," Yun Xue said. "It allows its master to manipulate darkness and shadows, to bend and twist reality to their will. Yin Ye's ability to switch places with his shadow avatar is just one of the many tricks he has up his sleeve."
Her words sent a wave of unease through Yun Wushuang. If Yin Ye could escape Yun Lintian's attacks so easily, how could her son possibly defeat him?
"So that's how it is," Yun Lintian said, having naturally heard Yun Xue's explanation.
Yin Ye glanced at Yun Xue with annoyance. "Heh. Since when did you become a busybody, Yun Xue?"
Yun Xue looked at him and said nothing.
Yin Ye retracted his gaze and turned to Yun Lintian. "Your efforts are futile. You cannot defeat me... Now, it's my turn." He said.
He raised his hand, the darkness around him swirling and coalescing into a multitude of shadowy figures. Each figure was a perfect replica of Yin Ye, their eyes gleaming with a
malevolent light, their forms radiating an oppressive aura of darkness.
The shadowy figures lunged towards Yun Lintian, their movements a blur of darkness as they attacked from all directions...Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)