Even with the protection of the Golden Bell, the black-robed old man was still overwhelmed.
After all, the collision of spiritual awareness was invisible, and a passive defense would always be careless.
Therefore, under the continuous attacks, the black-robed old man still lost!
The black-robed old man's head felt dizzy, and his entire body came to a standstill.
Lin Yi took the chance and swung his blade. If it hit the elder, he might just cut him in half.
“Duang~~”
A crisp bell ring resounded, and the little Golden Bell suddenly appeared in front of Lin Yi's blade, blocking the blade!
The black-robed old man took this chance to regain his consciousness and quickly retreated a few steps, putting some distance between him and Lin Yi.
"Forefather, good luck!"
"The patriarch is mighty! The Golden Bell is mighty!"
"After losing its effectiveness once, the Golden Bell has indeed shown its might again!"
