A dark golden arc of light sliced through the air, as Lin Mo raised his hand and the dark golden sword light instantly cleaved the air, sweeping across.
Luo Danhua's eyes widened, for the first time feeling the threat of death.
"Brother Lin, hold back!" Suddenly, a mighty voice suddenly resounded in the sky.
The dark golden sword light was suddenly shattered by a sideways palm print, dissipating in front of Luo Danhua.
Luo Danhua was breathing heavily, eyes wide, and his left chest slightly protruded, which indicated his heart was racing, as he had just come close to death for the first time.
Thinking back now, his body was soaked in cold sweat, and beads of sweat, as big as soybeans, seeped from his forehead.
Lin Mo looked up and saw a blurry figure coming from the distant sky, appearing in front of him in an instant.
