Just as Zhong Lin was urging the Form and Spirit Sect to attempt entering it again for refuge, a sudden furious voice interrupted, followed by the void tearing apart, and three silhouettes stepped out from within.
"Junior Brother."
Chi Zhonglin looked at the mess of flesh on the ground and felt the aura of Zhong Lin within it. His eyes filled with grief, his heart seemed to burn with boundless anger and hatred.
"God Desolate King, damn your ancestors!"
Chi Zhonglin's voice spat out word by word, his teeth clenched, eyes bloodshot, face contorted with rage, trickles of blood flowed from his mouth, then he madly charged towards the God Desolate King.
But someone was faster than him, it was none other than Xi Xuan.
Seeing his own disciple suffering such torment, Xi Xuan couldn't hold back any longer and acted immediately.
Rumble!
The silence of the heavens and earth was abruptly shattered, as a Sword Intent that pierced through the sky arose explosively.
