Domain Sealing Talisman

Zhao Yin's stance remained unyielding, his aura a suffocating force that pressed heavily against the battlefield.

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his senses honed to a razor's edge by the constant life-and-death struggles that had become his current reality.

Every muscle in his body was coiled like a spring, ready to unleash devastation at a moment's notice. Yet, he stood still, his calm exterior belying the storm of energy churning within him.

He was waiting—waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"Enough talk," snarled the first Green Blade Sect cultivator, his voice dripping with disdain.

His sword gleamed with an earthy green light, the ground beneath his feet trembling as if in reverence to his power.

"You're nothing but a wounded rat caught in a trap. The only thing left for you is death."

Zhao Yin's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.