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As he watched a patch of white mist slowly turn black, Lin Yun suddenly felt a trace of terror.
Perhaps, years later, if he were still alive, looking back on the decision he was making now, he would surely exclaim, "How was I so brave back then?"
It must have been a moment of heated impulse!
Anyway, killing teammates was out of the question, so he might as well take on this broken god.
After all, it wasn't a true god, just a strand of a dead god's True Spirit, and without any sense at that. Why panic?
To regard life and death with equanimity, and to fight if one does not comply.
But after desecrating the Divine Temple, Lin Yun calmed down again.
However, the Great Mist had turned black.
It's true, such a huge occurrence, turning black wasn't strange at all.
"Why do you think we're so brave?"
"I don't know either, it's probably because you're with me!"
