Watching Lin Zida's smile, he inexplicably allowed Fengshu to grow out of fear, shouting loudly to suppress the fear within.
"Kill me, you kill me."
The opulent women looked at Lin Zida with a fixed expression. They already knew they could kick fiercely. Now, all they could do was to eliminate Lin Zida before he grew stronger, so that once Lin Zida rose, he wouldn't die.
The Elf Rat burrowed a hole.
Soul Thunder Sword Technique.
Lion Roar bellowed.
The Knife of the Great Rain.
That was knocking Adi.
Lin Zida's fists were clenched, his soul was fervent, like surging waves, verdant veins, the spiritual vortex in his Dantian accelerated in its spin, his vast, panting soul intermittently touched upon its own limits.
"Uniqion."
