The Golden Spirit Burst, not yet fully released, suddenly dissipated.
Even so, the land within a kilometer radius still collapsed to a depth of two to three meters.
Feng Lin snorted lightly, not out of arrogance, but because these were simply facts.
Your average Great Achievement Sixth Stage was no match for him.
If it were a Sixth Stage from the Jiuli Tribe, then it might not be certain.
It must be said, the Jiuli Tribe really was as the rumors described.
In aspects of combat, they far surpassed other races.
In the distance, Wang Hou, who was ready to flee the Ruins, noticed that the explosion had suddenly vanished.
Perplexed, she turned her head back, and Feng Lin, somehow, had already appeared in front of the Black-Robed Person.
Bang!
The Black-Robed Person fell to the ground on cue.
The Ice Sword on his neck dissolved into Qi and gradually dissipated.
"How... how is this possible?"
Wang Hou was petrified, having a Fifth Stage taken down could be reluctantly accepted,
