The little ones had long rushed to the frontlines, fighting fiercely, and Shen Siyuan naturally couldn't stand by idly.
With a slight tap of his toe on the dark soil of the Netherworld, the ground beneath him exploded into fine cracks, and his body shot up like an arrow from a bowstring, standing tall in the void.
Just as he steadied himself, a dark light filled with ferocious spirit energy shot out from the depths of darkness. It was incredibly fast, slicing through the Yin Wind with a sharp screech, carrying a coldness that could tear through divine souls, aiming straight for Shen Siyuan's heart.
Yet, this lethal strike didn't even come within ten feet of Shen Siyuan.
The dark light entered his range and seemed to collide with an invisible iron slurry, its speed suddenly stalled.
