Xiao Jin reached out to block.
Clang.
A crisp sound echoed.
The broken knife blade sparked against Xiao Jin's arm.
Although he blocked it, the immense force still flung Xiao Jin away.
Thud, he landed heavily on the ground.
"Human, kid."
"You deserve to die."
Xiao Jin stood up as if nothing had happened, his seemingly breakable body showing no signs of injury.
He raised his head, looking at Lu Lin, who was a head taller than him.
"His Royal Highness the Holy Son is about to awaken, and as his most devoted servant, I absolutely won't let you ruin the grand plan of the Holy Son's descent."
"Luckily, I still have one last bottom card."
Xiao Jin's face twisted into a terrifying, evil smile, his face bleeding from seven apertures, evoking a horror-movie atmosphere.
Lu Lin had no time for his nonsense; to avoid delay, he reached out his right hand to pull Liu Chang, who was floating above the Blood Pool.
But at this moment, a light enveloped Lu Lin.
