Illusion Banishing Array

Zhao Yin's smirk widened slightly, his hand flicking the sword from its sheath in a single fluid motion.

The blade sang as it was drawn, its edge gleaming with an eerie, obsidian light that seemed to drink in the surrounding light.

The faint black mist emanating from his body thickened, coiling around him like serpents of shadow, their forms writhing and twisting as if alive.

The air grew colder, the oppressive weight of his yin energy pressing down on the battlefield like a suffocating shroud.

"Let's see how long your rage can sustain you," Zhao Yin murmured, his voice soft but cutting through the tense atmosphere like a razor.

His words carried a chilling calmness, a stark contrast to the violent energy radiating from the Stormwing Shadow Leopard.

The leopard snarled, its silver eyes blazing with primal fury. The lightning-like patterns on its body ignited with arcs of silver qi, crackling and spitting as its power surged violently.