Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing!
Lin Mo extended his palms, gathering primordial power, and between his two palms, a treasure sword swirling with rippling water floated and rotated. The sword body emanated thunder and fire, constantly making buzzing sounds, even causing the surrounding space to begin to warp!
"No, don't kill me." Yin Shang widened his eyes, staring at Lin Mo.
Three years ago, the guy who was pursued by him like a lost dog, he had never placed him in his eyes. Even when the opponent wielded the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo Sword, he was still confident, but when his law was confined by the Netherworld Technique, he panicked.
He smelled a strong scent of death.
"I said I would come for your head this time." Lin Mo's expression was indifferent, primordial power surged, "I will keep my promise."
Whoosh!
