The Illusionary Light Tribe, a race that had mastered the application of Taoist Intent to such a peerless degree, and with such terrifying blood energy, appeared in Lin Xin's eyes at this moment as nothing less than human-shaped, mobile treasuries.
By only killing two members of the Illusionary Light Tribe, he felt that his own Taoist Intent was on the verge of a breakthrough.
These experts of the Illusionary Light Tribe had all lived for at least a thousand years; the complexity of their memory fragments and their extensive insights and comprehension of various Taoist Intents were, to Lin Xin at present, undoubtedly absolute treasures.
So as soon as he boarded the ship, he immediately ordered the eradication of the Joyous God.
The Joyous God had clearly sustained injuries while combating that entity within the Evil God Temple.
This was a good opportunity to use his subordinates to test the extent of its injuries.
