I cultivate the Chaos Technique

Before the altar, the air seemed to solidify into an indescribable sense of oppression.

The figure in black robes stood in the center, surrounded by black mist, as if the Grim Reaper had descended.

Zhang Yifan and Lin Qingzhu exchanged a glance, both with a resolute look in their eyes.

Zhang Yifan nodded slightly, signaling Lin Qingzhu to calm down. Then, he coldly stared at the man in black robes, swung his long sword, and moved like lightning, aiming straight for the man's heart.

"A foolish struggle!"

The man in black robes sneered, clasping his hands together. Black mist, as if alive, swept in from behind him, forming a thick barrier that completely blocked Zhang Yifan's sword. A cold glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes, and without hesitation, he poured all his spiritual power into his sword, causing the sword's light to erupt once more like thunder.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the black barrier trembled slightly, and the man in black robes retreated slightly, his disdain deepening.

"With such power alone, you can't even break through my defenses."

Zhang Yifan snorted coldly, turned his body, and with his left hand he performed a magic spell, the sword aura condensed again, and the sword energy struck the black-robed man like lightning.

However, a cold glint flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, and he quickly flipped his palms, sending black mist like a venomous snake towards Zhang Yifan, swallowing his sword energy without a trace.

Lin Qingzhu gripped her sword hilt tightly, watching Zhang Yifan's fierce battle with the man in black robes, her eyes filled with deep worry.

She had never seen Zhang Yifan so passive. The black-robed man's strange power left him almost powerless to fight back. Although Zhang Yifan was giving it his all, the black-robed man seemed to be handling the situation with ease, as if he didn't take his attacks seriously at all.

"Zhang Yifan..."

Lin Qingzhu murmured, her eyes filled with anxiety. She tried to step forward to help several times, but was forced back by the black mist surrounding the man in black robes. That strange power made her feel suffocated as soon as she got close, as if the black mist contained unspeakable resentment and pain.

Although Zhang Yifan was in deep trouble, he did not back down at all. He knew that if he took a step back now, he might put Lin Qingzhu in an even more dangerous situation.

So he concentrated all his spiritual power into his longsword, making the sword strike even more fierce, each strike carrying unwavering determination.

"Hmph, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

The man in black robes sneered, raised his hand, and the black mist transformed into several sharp blades, instantly rushing towards Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan blocked with his sword, the black blade striking the sword with a piercing scraping sound. The powerful impact forced him back several steps, his blood surging within him, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhu was extremely anxious and couldn't help but try to rush forward again. However, the man in black glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, raised his hand, and the thick black mist turned into an invisible barrier, keeping her firmly outside.

"It seems that none of you can escape my control today."

The man in black robes said coldly, and the black mist that gathered in his hands became even thicker, forming a huge black dragon that seemed to be a tangible entity, rushing straight at Zhang Yifan.

The black dragon exuded an aura of destruction, as if it were about to completely devour Zhang Yifan.

Seeing this, a resolute glint flashed in Zhang Yifan's eyes. He took a deep breath and poured all his spiritual power into the tip of his sword, heading straight for the black dragon.

The two forces collided instantly, producing a deafening roar.

Zhang Yifan's body was thrown backward by the shock, crashing heavily to the ground. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Zhang Yifan!"

Lin Qingzhu shouted urgently, wanting to rush forward to help him up, but the black mist of the black-robed man approached like a ghost in an instant, as if mocking her powerlessness.

A flash of anger crossed her eyes. She gripped her longsword tightly with both hands, her spiritual power surging wildly within her body. The sword light burst forth, attempting to tear apart the black mist barrier.

However, a hint of disdain flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and Lin Qingzhu's sword light was instantly swallowed by the black mist, unable to penetrate the barrier at all.

She gritted her teeth and watched as Zhang Yifan stood up again, barely gripping his long sword, his eyes revealing an indomitable determination.

The man in black robes sneered and said calmly:

"A futile struggle will only make your death more miserable."

He waved his hand again, and the black mist condensed into countless sharp blades of energy, which attacked Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan swept his longsword horizontally, blocking the black mist blades one by one, but he was already exhausted, staggering and almost unable to support himself.

Although he knew that the opponent's strength was inferior to that of the black-robed man he had encountered in the Shadow Bamboo Sea, he was simply powerless to fight at this moment.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhu was extremely anxious. She clenched her fists, tears welled in her eyes, and her heart was filled with self-blame and pain.

She hated that she couldn't get close to him, and she hated even more that she could only watch helplessly as Zhang Yifan struggled to hold on.

Zhang Yifan steadied himself with difficulty, his eyes still firm. He knew he could not back down now, otherwise Lin Qingzhu would be in even deeper danger.

He gritted his teeth, gathered his spiritual power once more, and the last faint light flickered on his longsword. His gaze was piercing, pointing directly at the man in black robes.

"No matter what, I will not let you run rampant today." Zhang Yifan's voice was low and firm. Despite his exhaustion, he still refused to back down.

The man in black robes looked at him with a cold smile, a cruel mockery flashing in his eyes:

"A reckless struggle will only make your death more painful."

He waved his hands again, and the black mist transformed into sharp black blades, carrying an aura of destruction, which rushed straight towards Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan was unable to defend himself and was struck by the black blade. He swayed and almost fell to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and held on, even though his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.

Lin Qingzhu watched helplessly as Zhang Yifan was driven to the brink of despair by the man in black robes. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but scream:

"Junior brother, don't push yourself! I... I won't let you face this alone!"

However, the man in black robes smiled coldly and waved his hand lightly. The black mist once again transformed into a barrier, firmly imprisoning Lin Qingzhu's figure outside.

Lin Qingzhu stared at the eerie black mist and angrily swung her sword, but each strike was swallowed up without a trace. She felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness.

Zhang Yifan glanced at Lin Qingzhu, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and comfort:

"Second Senior Sister, don't worry, I won't back down." His voice was low, but it conveyed an undeniable determination.

The man in black robes sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He appeared before Zhang Yifan in an instant, his figure like a ghost. Black mist condensed into a sharp blade in his palm, aiming straight for Zhang Yifan's heart.

Zhang Yifan's eyes darkened, and he used the last bit of his spiritual power to suddenly swing his sword and block the black-robed man's attack.

"boom--"

The two forces collided, and Zhang Yifan was forced back several steps, his long sword almost slipping from his hand. A cold smile flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, as if he had already foreseen Zhang Yifan's defeat.

"You think you can beat me like this? Wishful thinking!"

Zhang Yifan took a deep breath, forcibly steadied himself, and concentrated the last bit of spiritual energy in his body at the tip of his sword, launching another attack on the black-robed man. The sword light pierced straight into the black-robed man's chest like lightning, carrying a do-or-die determination.

A hint of disdain flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the black mist instantly condensed into a thick barrier, blocking all of Zhang Yifan's sword light.

Strange runes flickered on the barrier, carrying a kind of unbreakable power. Zhang Yifan's sword hovered on the barrier for a moment before sliding down helplessly.

"You mere ants, how dare you challenge me?"

The man in black robes sneered, thrusting out a palm strike. A black vortex surged towards Zhang Yifan like a tidal wave, violently knocking him back. Zhang Yifan crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his face as pale as paper.

Seeing this, Lin Qingzhu felt an overwhelming surge of anger and pain. She gripped her longsword tightly with both hands, tears welling in her eyes, and her heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.

She knew that Zhang Yifan had used all his strength, while she could only be trapped outside, helplessly watching him fall into danger.

The man in black robes slowly approached Zhang Yifan, his eyes flashing with cold killing intent: "Today, if you die here, you will pay the price for your stupidity."

Zhang Yifan struggled to his feet with his last bit of strength, his eyes revealing an indomitable will. He knew he was nearly exhausted, but he still refused to admit defeat.

As Lin Qingzhu watched Zhang Yifan's figure, a resolute will ignited in her heart. She gritted her teeth, and the spiritual power within her surged like a tidal wave, determined to no longer be trapped by the man in black robes.

Zhang Yifan's gaze was fixed on the man in black robes, his heart still unwavering. Although he was exhausted, he remained fearless.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and gathered his spiritual power for the last time. He slowly raised his longsword, pointing it directly at the man in black robes.

The man in black robes stared at him coldly, a sinister smile flashing in his eyes, as if waiting for the moment to completely crush him.