Time slowly passed, and as the black mist gradually dispersed, the scene inside became clear to everyone.
Lin Xin was smashed halfway into the ground of the Bronze Hall, showing no intention of defending himself. At this moment, a trickle of blood was slowly flowing down his forehead, sliding down his face and dropping to the ground.
"I'm actually.... injured....?"
Lin Xin slowly reached out to touch the blood on his forehead. Although it was just a superficial wound, he still seemed somewhat in disbelief.
That his physical body could be injured in merely a trial and that the wound showed no sign of healing, his blood seemed to have lost its vitality, simply dripping to the ground.
"Interesting.... heh heh heh...."
Suddenly, he let out a series of odd, low chuckles. His black hair began to change color at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a dark red, the color of blood.
"Since you've injured me.... as a reward.... then...."
