Lin Yi's whisper was filled with mockery.
The previously confident Upper-Rank God finally felt an unprecedented pressure at this moment.
Bearing the divine body, he wasn't afraid of the power of a single Law skill from Lin Yi at all.
Even if he took the hit head-on, he wouldn't suffer any substantial harm.
But his inner pride made him feel as if he had swallowed a fly, unbearable.
As a Divine Envoy, he believed that his overall strength could crush Lin Yi, even in the connection and use of skills.
However, since the brief exchange, he had been led by the nose by Lin Yi.
He had lost the initiative and couldn't see through Lin Yi's moves and attacks, unable to predict Lin Yi's next step.
The elder with white beard's face twisted with anger, the celestial demeanor entirely vanished.
His eyes were blood-red, as if burning with raging fire, and his white beard flew wildly in the violent energy waves.
