The spear thrusted forward like a raging dragon, imbued by the full force of Qin Ye’s Yin energy as it lurched straight towards Liu Yu’s throat. Despite that, Qin Ye didn’t let his guard down one bit. He desperately shackled Liu Yu’s movement with every other bit of Yin energy he could muster.

He appreciated the fact that Liu Yu was of a class of his own. Having once been hailed as the peerless Infernal Judge of Hell, he would never fall to such frivolous attacks on Qin Ye’s part.

Just as the tip of the spear arrived within half a meter of Liu Yu’s body, he suddenly felt an electrifying sensation of crisis surge throughout his body. Without hesitation, he immediately pulled back his spear and backed away. Meanwhile, his faux Book of Life and Death abruptly transformed into a snow-white armor that adhered itself to his body.

“Pretty keen senses…” Liu Yu suddenly raised his head and revealed a bloodthirsty smile, “Unfortunately, it’s too late.”

Whoosh! At once, the countless shadows underneath his feet suddenly rushed out like a raging river, while an overwhelming murderous intent that was chilling to the bone filled the air in an instant. Qin Ye’s scalp instantly went numb, and he turned around to flee without hesitation.

The intensity of the murderous intent and the denseness of the Yin energy were both indubitably the strongest he had ever witnessed among any Infernal Judges he had encountered...