Facing the injustice, Lin Du stepped back and washed away. Lin Du knew that if he showed weakness, he would be suppressed by his opponent. It was a life-or-death situation. This feeling of being wronged was stuffy and oppressive, a battle that could be fought back.
Lin Du used all his strength to strike at the painfully icy distance. His body erupted with chills.
In the early days of Su Yu as a Marshal, how could he possibly be the match for a Samurai who lamented his spiritual decline in the late stages? In the end, could he only die in the town of Ayue under Devil's Watch, with his blood flowing into rivers?
The Devil's corpse was largely pierced through by a wooden horn, creating a hole, and the spirit of complaint gradually dissipated. The Devil's corpse cast its gaze towards the forest dust. His eyes were complex, his mouth was open, but it was too late to say anything. With the spirit of complaint vanished, the Devil's body fell to the ground.
