Facing the sinister and evil black torrents, Lin Tang's expression remained unchanged.
With a raise of his hand, he spat out a single word, "Fire!"
BOOM!
His robe, adorned with dragons and phoenixes, lit up with specks of firelight that converged to form a splendid red glow. It was like the first break of dawn, dispelling the endless darkness.
These flames were Extremely Yang and contained righteous attributes, making them perfect for restraining yin and evil.
Who said one must be a literary giant to wield the power of righteousness?
Lin Tang, who hadn't even graduated from high school, could still forcefully control it. Having had his Divine Sense honed by so many Holy Corpses, he had already figured it out.
Just like that, the endless black tides kept coming, only to be scattered again and again by Lin Tang's flames. The two sides were at a stalemate, and no one knew how much time had passed.
Seeing that he remained unyielding, the Shadow Master evidently became impatient.
