Everyone looked at Jun Zha with unbelievable gaze, wondering if his mouth is a cursed treasure.
Because Yu Xuan simply moved.
Jun Zha too looked embarrassed.
He had expected Yu Xuan to speak lofty words.
He had even prepared a few lines of his own, meant to stall and provoke while his allies prepare some defensive measures.
The ground cracked.
No warnings, no chants — just a step forward and a ripple of power that made the world shudder.
Then came the darkness.
Darkness like water erupted from Yu Xuan's feet and surged outward in waves.
Yu Xuan didn't even look like he was exerting himself.
He raised both hands slowly, as though parting a curtain — and behind him, the darkness rose higher, a living tsunami.
It came crashing forward.
Wu Tianjian, Wu Jianxiao, Jun Zha, Li Shen and Luo Xianyin they just looked at the sea of darkness surging towards them.
They didn't even have time to scream or attack.
And then — silence.
The plain was empty, eerily still.
