"Just what is this power?"

Ye Qingyu rose from the stone bed. His figure flashed, coming to to the sky well high above the stone palace.

Lifting his head, he could already see that the massive black demonic palm was already less than a hundred meters away. It was illusory, but also seemed real, the muscles and wrinkles on its body exceedingly clear. There was a queer bizarre formation light fluctuating between the wrinkles, as if they were nether light locks. It was neither bright nor dim, and an endless black demonic flame emitted from the formations. The space was like it was crushed by this gigantic palm.

With Ye Qingyu's current cultivation, he had no way of understanding just what sort of power this was.

But one thing he could be sure of was, was that before this gigantic black demonic palm of flames, he had absolutely no way of resisting.

Within the air, the black demonic flames burned.

There was light flickering within Ye Qingyu's brain.

Just who was it that would dare to act so unrestrained within the capital, and attack the [Light Palace]?

From it's aura, it was obviously extremely evil and sinister. It was definitely not benign. According to the legends, there were some evil cultivation techniques during the...