Originally, the black-robed young monk thought he had Lin Yuan under control.
That's why he was so leisurely, acting superior.
Now he realized he might have overestimated himself.
If he continues like this, he's likely to fail miserably.
Thinking of this, the black-robed young monk did not dare to act recklessly anymore.
At this moment, he used his full strength, hands constantly sealing, as sinister black lotuses appeared around him.
These lotuses emitted a eerie and dark light, and upon their appearance, all vegetation within a hundred miles withered.
"Go!" the black-robed young monk shouted, "Lin Yuan, face your death!"
Dozens of ominous black lotuses flew towards Lin Yuan; faced with these sinister lotuses, Lin Yuan showed no fear.
With a swift motion, Lin Yuan advanced like a raptor, maneuvering effortlessly among the lotuses.
"Clang!"
"Clang! Clang!"
The crisp sound of sword echoes continuously; the bronze sword in Lin Yuan's hand unleashed azure sword lights.
