The white-robed youth frowned slightly upon seeing this scene. His long, slender, pale hands swiftly began forming complex hand seals, while he softly uttered, "Break!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than something amazing happened.

The golden chains that were originally firmly bound by the dark blue light suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, as if they had been infused with endless power.

Immediately afterwards, these golden chains forcefully pierced through the seemingly indestructible dark blue light shield with unstoppable force.

The old man in black robes suddenly changed his expression. He had clearly not expected that his opponent would be able to break through his carefully set up defenses so easily.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest and retreated rapidly.

However, the golden chains clung to him like maggots, and it looked as if they were about to completely entangle the old man in black robes.

At the critical moment, a resolute glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He suddenly reached into his robes with his right hand, pulled out a jet-black, unremarkable stone, and threw it forcefully into the air without hesitation.

Once the black stone was thrown out, it expanded instantly as if inflated, becoming enormous in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, an extremely powerful suction force erupted from the stone, like an invisible giant maw, frantically devouring the surrounding dark power.

As dark power was continuously drawn into the stone, a low roar was heard.

Then, a large group of dark figures surged out of the rocks, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced on the white-clad youth.

Despite the menacing black figures approaching, the young man in white showed no fear.

A slight, chilling smile appeared on his lips. Then, an even more powerful and vast surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body.

The white-clad youth moved his hands with lightning speed, tracing graceful and mysterious arcs in the air.

A moment later, a pure white, crystal-clear circular shield took shape and floated silently in front of him.

The group of dark figures crashed into the white shield like a black torrent, producing a series of crackling sounds and sparks flying everywhere.

At this critical moment, the old man in black robes keenly seized the opportunity. With a swift movement, he pounced on the enemy like a ghost.

At the same time, his withered, tree-branch-like hands began to dance wildly, and streams of black mist gushed out from his palms. These mists quickly converged and merged, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky.

The black hand exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, carrying boundless pressure and killing intent as it pounced towards the white-clad youth with overwhelming force.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the white-robed youth showed no sign of panic. His originally clear and watery eyes instantly became extremely sharp, as if they could see through all illusions.

Immediately afterwards, the white-robed youth's expression turned solemn, his eyes were unwavering, and without the slightest hesitation, he quickly withdrew the shield in front of him that was emitting a faint halo.

At the same time, a strangely shaped hilt without a blade suddenly appeared in his right hand.

The sword hilt was entirely black, covered with dense, strange patterns, as if it contained endless mysteries.

The white-robed youth gripped the sword hilt tightly, and the divine power within his body surged towards the hilt like a raging torrent.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the hilt of the sword, and then a sword formed from pure divine power slowly emerged.

The sword gleamed with a dazzling light, like the brightest star in the night sky, making it impossible to look directly at.

On its surface, mysterious runes flow, their brightness shifting and their shapes and colors constantly changing, as if they possessed a life of their own.

At the same time, powerful and terrifying energy fluctuations emanated from the sword, causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

Just then, the white-robed youth roared, "Break!"

With that roar, he clenched his fists tightly and shoved the crimson sword forward with all his might.

In an instant, the crimson longsword transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the void with lightning speed, accompanied by a sharp and piercing whistling sound, and hurtling straight toward the oncoming giant black hand.

In the blink of an eye, the crimson longsword collided violently with the giant black hand!

A deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, filled the air.

A blinding burst of light erupted from the point of impact, as intense and dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly violent force swept outwards from the point of impact, like a raging torrent.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding air was distorted beyond recognition, forming visible vortex-like airflows.

In an instant, the once calm and solemn palace suddenly began to tremble violently, as if it were being shaken by an invisible giant hand!

With this sudden tremor, even the solid ground could not withstand such force, and thin, hair-like cracks gradually appeared.

These cracks started as insignificant lines, but they spread at an astonishing speed, as if they were alive.

Each crack was like a gaping maw, greedily devouring everything around it and constantly expanding its territory.

In the blink of an eye, the once smooth and flat ground became fragmented and devastated.

At this moment, the crimson longsword and the giant black hand were locked in a stalemate, the powerful forces they released were like two ferocious beasts, constantly colliding and squeezing each other.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up by this violent energy, forming visible vortexes of airflow.

The young man in the white robe narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them.

Immediately afterwards, he increased the output of his divine power without hesitation.

As divine power flowed continuously into the sword, the already radiant runes became even more dazzling, twinkling like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Just then, a low humming sound suddenly came from the crimson longsword.

The next moment, it seemed to come alive, suddenly breaking free from the black hand's restraints and obstacles, and piercing straight through with lightning speed!