Even Duanmu Jinglin and Qian Zhimo, standing in the distance, wore exceptionally expressive faces when they saw Lin Mo punch Ge Chuan and send him flying. Their faces were filled with disbelief and shock.
"Impossible…" Duanmu Jinglin clenched his fists, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
It had only been a short month since entering the Great Ruins, yet Lin Mo's strength had improved again. The speed of this progress was utterly terrifying.
"Could it be Mr. Lin has cultivated Demon Clan techniques? Otherwise, it's impossible to improve this quickly…" Qian Zhimo lightly bit her silver teeth, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Amidst the sky full of yellow sand.
"Even if you have improved so quickly, so what? Today, I must kill you." Ge Chuan was surrounded by eerie black energy, like little snakes winding around him. He rose, his eyes showing an extremely ruthless expression.
