Hiss—
Yi Lin sped forward at full throttle.
Then, suddenly, just a short distance from Gu Tianqing, she executed an abrupt stop.
Demon King: "???"
Gu Tianqing: "..."
Yi Lin, holding her wide-edged long knife, watched the changes happening to Gu Tianqing closely.
Although Gu Tianqing remained silent, his face still wore that faint, almost imperceptible smile. Clearly, this expression was just Gu Tianqing's habitual act of bravado.
Following the shattering of the trident, the skin on Gu Tianqing's face was peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the skin peeled away, droplets of foul-smelling blood emerged, seeping out as if it cost nothing.
At this moment, Yi Lin had already realized the predicament Gu Tianqing was in and chuckled, "What? Not joining us?"
