"The Devil's claws are empty!"
Lin Tong's life burned fiercely as he tore through the air with a claw, leaving behind a red trail of spatial fire. In a fit of hysteria, he swung the ax handle behind him, blocking a sharp claw aimed for his head. If he succeeded, he could win Lingling's arrogant secret and salvage his burning life from the damage. But failure would mean nothing but a painful death. Thus, Lin struggled mightily, pained through every fiber of his being! How difficult it was for you? It was indeed arduous.
Lin's arrogance seemed tense as his heart thundered. He dreaded Little Stone's claw could strike him with a deadly blow.
Xiao, feeling the threat of death, set aside his frivolous demeanor and adopted a severe expression. Although it was a critical moment of life and death, Lin still saw Xiao's serious face for the first time and couldn't help but entertain a certain fantasy in his mind.
