Chapter 480: Major Spirit Symbol Master, Emergence of the Four Kings Palace!
"Look over there!"
Suddenly, someone shouted, and countless eyes turned in the same direction.
At the center of the thunder sea, a vortex of lightning began to swirl violently. In its heart stood a tall figure—Lin Fan.
At that moment, Lin Fan's body seemed to manifest countless dark voids, each exuding terrifying suction power. The devastating lightning from the storm… was being drawn into him!
Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, the sea of lightning rapidly shrank, all of its overwhelming energy pouring into Lin Fan's body. At the same time, his aura surged to new heights, now tinged with an additional trace of raw dominance.
Without anyone noticing, the storm's destructive power had been completely absorbed into Lin Fan.
The demonic miasma that once engulfed the battlefield had already been incinerated by the thunder sea. As the lightning dispersed, clarity returned to the world.
BOOM!
Suddenly, the vast spiritual energy permeating the heavens poured downward like a flood, all of it crashing toward Lin Fan's figure.
Yet his body—like an endless black hole—absorbed everything without resistance. A faint, contented smile even appeared on his face.
In mere minutes, the overwhelming spiritual power that had struck fear into the Anti-Yuan Alliance was completely devoured by Lin Fan.
The crowd stared at where Lin Fan stood. He was clearly visible, and yet… they couldn't sense him at all.
It was as if he was no longer a part of this world.
"What terrifying spiritual power… I didn't expect Lin Fan to have grown this strong!"
Countless people were shaken to the core.
Ying Xuanzi, Ying Huanhuan, and others from Dao Sect flew over immediately.
"You just broke through to Major Spirit Symbol Master, didn't you?"
Xiao Diao clicked his tongue. "That was fast… freakishly fast."
Lin Fan nodded calmly, about to speak, when his expression changed slightly. He slowly turned his gaze toward a distant mountain peak.
There, a black figure stood with hands behind his back, motionless like a statue. He emanated no aura—an ordinary cultivator wouldn't even sense his presence.
Sensing Lin Fan's reaction, Lin Dong, Xiao Diao, and others looked toward the peak as well, their expressions turning grim.
"Heh, years of planning… undone so easily. A pity."
The black figure's eyes fell on Lin Fan, then slowly drifted to Ying Huanhuan. He smiled faintly. "Ice Master, it's been many millennia… how have you been?"
The soft voice echoed through the sky, somehow drowning out all other noise.
Everyone grew serious. All ambient sound stopped. Tension filled the air.
Countless wary gazes turned to the black figure. Several experts had already begun circulating their yuan power.
"Who are you?" Ying Xuanzi narrowed his eyes.
"You hide in the shadows. Hardly the demeanor of someone noble," Ying Huanhuan added coldly.
Ling Qingzhu, Zhu Li, Liu Qing, and others gathered together, eyes sharp, aura alert.
Though he stood alone, this man felt more terrifying than all of Yuan Gate put together.
"Heh…" The black figure chuckled, lifting his head slightly.
Under the sunlight, his face appeared unnaturally pale and refined. His eyes were long and narrow—completely black, like the depths of an abyss.
A faint brown demonic rune marked his brow, stretching to the edge of his eye, exuding eerie, ghostly energy.
"I suppose you don't recognize me now… Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am one of the Four Lords of the Demonic Prison's Four Kings Palace."
"Four Kings Palace?"
Everyone who knew of the Yi Mo stiffened.
Lin Fan calmly pulled Ying Huanhuan behind him. His gaze locked onto the black figure. "If your true body came, I might be concerned. But this… is just a demonic avatar. You came here to die?"
"You noticed? No wonder Tian Yuanzi and the others lost," the man said with mild surprise. "Even so… this avatar should be enough to deal with you."
"You creatures from the shadows always talk big," Lin Fan sneered. "Yet you all retreat in the end."
"Let's see if your mouth is as strong as your power," the figure replied coldly.
The moment he finished, his figure suddenly appeared just ahead—his movement like a ghost, a wisp of black smoke.
"Kill him!"
The Anti-Yuan Alliance shouted in rage, unleashing a barrage of attacks at the black figure.
Whoosh!
But he glided through the flood of attacks like mist. Not a single strike landed.
As he approached, an intense cold swept forth.
Ying Huanhuan moved quickly, hands forming seals. A surge of frost erupted, instantly condensing into a snowstorm that surged toward the black figure.
"Stasis!"
Just as the figure was about to dodge, Lin Fan's deep voice rang out.
In the next instant, the man's body froze midair—trapped in a rift between time and space.
It was the power of Lin Fan's Stasis Divine Talisman.
Even a two-tribulation Samsara expert would be affected—if only for a moment.
That moment… was enough.
CRACK!
The snowstorm sealed him in a sculpture of ice.
BOOM!
Moments later, the ice shattered, and he broke free.
But just as he escaped, a blazing sword light tore toward him.
CLANG!
He raised his hand in haste. Black mist swirled around his palm, clashing with the blade in a screech of metal. The blade pierced his hand—black blood dripped.
BOOM!
Suddenly, from the skies, a massive, complex formation of light descended—surrounding him completely.
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