At the next moment, golden flames enveloped Zhou Qing's entire body, and ancient runes faintly emerged within the fire.
As the runes flickered, Lin Jin, who was controlling the Hydra's attack, suddenly shivered involuntarily.
A sense of unexplainable fear surged from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, he seemed to be filled with regret, gradually slowing his attack speed, harboring a sense of surrender.
The Hydra became even more sluggish, turning its fierce attack into a feeble one.
"What is going on?" Lin Jin was greatly shocked.
Moreover, this feeling grew stronger, as if he had returned to the scene when he first joined the sect and was reprimanded by his master.
Back then, he was full of awe and respect for his master, not daring and not willing to resist.
Now, that familiar feeling surged again, causing his will to gradually collapse.
"Not good!"
Lin Jin's face changed drastically. He turned his head abruptly, but it was too late to block.
