200: Roar from the Ruins

The moment Han Fei stepped into the ruins, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly.

The originally dilapidated walls seemed to come alive, and darkness, as if sentient, surged from the cracks in the stones, engulfing his vision.

A dense resentment swirled in the air, weaving into an impenetrable black net that enveloped the entire space.

The ground beneath his feet was cold and hard, and a subtle tremor, like a low moan, foreshadowed some immense danger approaching.

Han Fei's steps did not falter; his gaze swept around, locking onto the central area deep within the ruins.

There, a faintly visible gigantic altar emanated a faint, eerie glow, as if breathing.

The chill in the air suddenly intensified, as if countless icy tendrils were trying to cling to Han Fei's body.

Han Fei frowned slightly, and spiritual power surged from his body, like a blazing flame reaching for the sky, incinerating all the encroaching dark Qi.

However, just as he was about to approach the altar, a low laugh suddenly echoed through the ruins.

The laughter did not come from a specific direction but seemed to resound from all sides simultaneously, carrying a bone-chilling mockery.

"Human... daring to trespass here, how audacious."

Han Fei stopped, looking up in the direction of the voice.

In the darkness, a gigantic phantom slowly materialized; it was a distorted monster, entwined with countless vengeful spirits.

Its eyes were like burning flames, exuding greed and malice.

Han Fei coldly stared at the monster, spiritual power condensing in his palm, forming a brilliant light blade.

"Are you the Dominator lurking here?"

Han Fei's voice was cold and calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

The phantom did not respond immediately; instead, it seemed provoked by Han Fei's tone, and the resentment around its body solidified into black blades, shooting towards Han Fei.

Han Fei's gaze sharpened, and the light blade in his hand swept out horizontally.

Spiritual power transformed into a blazing curtain of light, shattering all those resentful black blades.

In an instant, a violent tremor erupted in the ruins, as if the entire space trembled before Han Fei's power.

The monster roared, clearly not expecting Han Fei's strength to be so formidable.

Just as Han Fei was about to launch a counterattack, a sharp whooshing sound came from behind him.

Han Fei quickly dodged sideways, and a streak of light swept past him, striking the ground heavily and blasting open a deep pit.

He spun around abruptly, his gaze locking onto the attacker.

From the shadows of the ruins emerged a man in dark red armor, wearing a bizarre mask.

"Han Fei, it really is you."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse, but it carried a familiar hostility.

Han Fei's gaze sharpened, and he quickly searched his memories for information about this person.

A moment later, his expression changed slightly, and he said coldly, "So, it's you, Luo Tianxing."

Luo Tianxing was a renegade Cultivator from the Southern Domain, hunted for many years by various Cultivators Schools for practicing evil arts.

Han Fei had not expected Luo Tianxing to appear here.

Even more surprising to Han Fei was that Luo Tianxing did not seem to be acting alone.

Behind Luo Tianxing, several figures slowly emerged; they were dressed differently, but without exception, all exuded a dense, evil aura.

Han Fei scanned the group, quickly assessing the situation in his mind.

These people were clearly not ordinary Cultivators; their power was identical to Luo Tianxing's, indicating they had also cultivated some evil art.

"Han Fei, your strength is indeed surprising."

Luo Tianxing spoke slowly, his gaze as cold as a knife, "However, do you think you can oppose all of us with your strength alone?"

Han Fei did not answer; his attention was focused on the altar behind Luo Tianxing.

Although Luo Tianxing's appearance complicated the situation, Han Fei could feel that the real threat was not these people, but the power hidden within that altar.

"It seems you people are nothing more than pawns."

Han Fei sneered, and the light blade in his hand suddenly flared, transforming into a blazing long rainbow, pointing directly at Luo Tianxing.

A hint of coldness flashed in Luo Tianxing's eyes; his figure flickered abruptly, dodging Han Fei's attack, and at the same time, he raised his hand to form a Seal, and a dark red spiritual power surged out, forming a huge net that enveloped Han Fei.

Han Fei's figure spun, quickly avoiding it, and at the same time, spiritual power surged like a tide, completely shattering the spiritual power net.

However, just as Han Fei and Luo Tianxing were fighting, the altar suddenly burst forth with an intense light.

The resentment around the altar instantly boiled, forming a black vortex that began to frantically absorb the surrounding energy.

A look of ecstasy flashed across Luo Tianxing's face; he laughed loudly, "Han Fei, it's too late for you! The altar's Seal is about to be broken, and that power will be entirely mine!"

Han Fei's gaze darkened; he could feel that the power contained within the altar far exceeded his imagination.

If this power were fully released, the Great Wall would face a devastating catastrophe.

"I won't let you succeed."

Han Fei muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with undeniable determination.

He suddenly waved his hand, and spiritual power transformed into a huge light blade, heading straight for the altar.

Just as the light blade was about to strike the altar, a figure suddenly stood in front of it.

It was a woman in a white robe, with a cold expression on her face, holding a glowing dagger in her hand.

Han Fei's light blade was easily blocked by her, and the light instantly dissipated.

Han Fei's gaze sharpened, and he said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

The woman did not answer; her gaze coldly fixed on Han Fei, and the aura around her body gradually intensified, faintly exuding a sense of oppression.

Luo Tianxing stood aside, his smile widening.

"Han Fei, you will never understand; this game of chess, from the very beginning, you had already lost."

The woman raised the dagger in her hand, slowly pointing it at Han Fei, her eyes filled with an unspeakable killing intent.

The air in the ruins grew even colder, as if time itself had frozen at this moment.

Han Fei coldly stared at the enemies before him, his spiritual power rapidly condensing in his hand.

A more brutal battle was about to erupt.