"Elevate the soul."
"Spirit form."
Lin Shuhao and Linglong simultaneously began attacking the soul's sounding sphere, swaying the sky, splitting space, transforming the clouds, and stirring up waves.
A huge diaphragm stretched out, and Lin Zida and Lin Ge took a few steps back.
Ptui.
Lin Zida spat out a blood arrow and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Long frowned, recovering his initial thought that it would take less than a minute to defeat Lin Zida. Unexpectedly, Lin Zida's arrogant complacency increasingly frightened Linglong. Middle Ages interns in the Central Wu fought him after burning through their lives. We should know there is a qualitative gap in their domains.
Lin Ge enjoyed killing in his mind, and his students emitted a cold light. If such pride allowed him to live, then after this day, Lin Ge would have difficulty sleeping and eating.
