A savage grin spread across Fireworker's face at the sight. A Martial Artist whose Cultivation had not reached the Innate Realm couldn't fly. Forget Lin Ming, even an expert at the Peak of the Postnatal Realm would be smashed to pieces falling from a height of a thousand zhang!
'This kill is too easy!'
Although certain that Lin Ming would die, Fireworker still urged his Divine Wind Eagle to chase after him. First, he wanted to confirm Lin Ming's death. Second, he intended to kill him and take his possessions. Leaving aside everything else, just the Sumeru Ring and the Heavy Profound Soft Silver Spear on Lin Ming were valuable treasures. He certainly couldn't miss out on such a great fortune.
The speed of his fall from the sky was terrifyingly fast. In an instant, Lin Ming had already plummeted several dozen zhang.
While tumbling violently through the air, Lin Ming's Soul Power locked completely onto Fireworker's figure. At this moment, his mind was calmer than it had ever been!
