He Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing, as he firmly gripped a large black blade with golden threads in his right hand.
A visible, searing white aura coiled and rose from the blade's surface.
The intense heat distorted the surrounding air.
The chilling atmosphere that initially filled the hall was instantly reduced to more than half by the onslaught of heat waves.
"Just as I predicted."
He Yan's gaze was fixed on the darkness gradually gathering within the mansion, a slight frown on his brow: "A sinister Yin energy of the extreme level!"
No sooner had he spoken than the temperature within the mansion suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness swept over, quickly piercing through He Yan's flesh and reaching deep into his marrow.
In the blink of an eye, visible white ice crystals began to condense from the air in the hall.
These ice crystals shimmered with a cold glow in the gloomy hall.
