Lin Fei watched silently as the figure in golden clothes walked to the edge of the massive black light membrane, placed his palm on its surface, and uttered a few words. In an instant, the figure vanished.
"Forfeiting?" he muttered softly.
He swung the Black Demon Sword in his hand casually.
Countless streams of black energy suddenly fanned out towards the armored warriors in black within tens of meters around him.
Shouts of alarm and screams of agony echoed continuously. A large number of the warriors in black were pierced by the black ghostly faces, collapsing to the ground without any power to resist, while a few with quicker reactions managed to raise protective barriers in time to narrowly avoid disaster. Yet they struggled to maintain their defense among the relentless black energy surrounding them.
Lin Fei slowly advanced, surrounded by countless black energy ghost faces cackling within a hundred meters around him, as if an army of ghosts were beside him.