The fisherman and Han Yi stood facing each other.

A violent, oppressive energy descended without warning.

The fisherman's face was placid, his form as immovable as a mountain peak. Even his straw raincoat seemed steeped in the weight of countless millennia, clinging to his body through the storm, utterly undisturbed by the turmoil around him.

By contrast, a torrent of black, baleful energy churned and erupted from Han Yi.

Under the influence of this inexplicable power, Han Yi's expression remained at the exact moment the fisherman's gaze first fell upon him. 

Yet now his face appeared sinister and terrifying. His pupils had vanished, and his face was etched with a web of spreading fissures...