Lin Fan noticed that Yan Kun was so terrified that he shivered. He gave him a look of despise.
Yan Kun also sensed that something was gone with Sect Leader Lin's gaze and coughed, "Sect Leader Lin, there was a cold breeze, so I shivered."
"Eh, don't be nervous. With me here, all this is to be expected." Lin Fan raised his head and calmed down Yan Kun's weak heart. It was normal to be scared. After all, evil gods were quite disgusting.
Instantly, sword intent appeared around Lin Fan. With a whistling sound, they shot through the air. Sword light was like a rainbow, forcefully slashing apart the closing tentacles.
A sharp cry resounded.
It was obvious that the evil god was hurt and screamed out in pain. When one heard it, it sounded quite sad.
Si la!
Shrapnel from those tentacles fell down.
