C1121 Godexterminating Spell

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

Ye Hsinghee's pitch-black form remained unscathed amidst Chu Lin's relentless assault, sparks erupting from his body with each hit. Yet, the onslaught did nothing to damage his bones.

With a swift pivot, Ye Hsinghee countered with a pale flash of light and a razor-sharp Fist Shadow, meeting Chu Lin head-on. Their fierce exchange sent shockwaves through the air