Thinking of this, Zhang Yulin unleashed her Spiritual Power wildly, and the bombardment became even more ferocious.
"This is the price of losing the initiative."
Seeing Lin Feng's wretched figure, Zhang Yulin revealed a hint of pride, feeling she had already won.
Lin Feng clearly lacked experience fighting a Dream Master; otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed her to control the battle situation first.
In front of this apocalypse's ruins, the strong were all dead, leaving only five aircraft in the sky with lethal force.
As for that White Clothes, although powerful, this invincible figure fictionalized by illusions was uncontrollable.
"Naive."
Seeing Lin Feng running towards White Clothes, although Zhang Yulin felt some disdain, for some reason, she also felt a bit unsettled.
It was a kind of intuition, an intuition that had saved her many times.
Therefore, not only did the bombardment continue, but she also rushed towards Lin Feng herself.
