On Bull Horn Mountain, both stars and the moon shone brightly.
Lin Yan quietly looked at the torn flags at his feet, his expression complex.
The situation was dire!
The circumstances were critical!
The scene could only be described as eerie and terrifying!
Everyone had already fallen into despair, deeply trapped in a desperate situation!
And now, just worth 46 strands of Evil Qi?
"That's too cheap," he said.
Lin Yan sheathed his sword, inwardly sighing, "It's equivalent to a bear demon."
But he also understood that the evil spirit wasn't too powerful.
It was just unknown why it could remain unfazed by the magic methods of Liu Zun Temple, making it seem so bizarre and horrifying.
However, for Lin Yan, slaying this evil spirit was much easier than directly slaying a bear demon the night before.
Of course, he knew he was an exception. If it were another Martial Artist at the Refining Essence Realm, they would prefer facing a bear demon rather than facing such an evil spirit.
