WHOOSH!
The Ghost Cultivator's Profound Yin Bag spewed out another stream of black smoke. It resembled a long dragon as it lunged straight at Zhao Lin.
It was black smoke, just like before, but different from the previous Yin Wind Drill. Mixed within the smoke were twenty to thirty black beads, almost impossible to spot without looking closely.
Zhao Lin's heart sank. His instincts told him these beads would be trouble.
A senior brother who had taught him skills once said that in a fight, if an opponent fires beads, you must be extremely careful. They might explode.
Zhao Lin looked at his Inner Vision Spirit Cultivation Map. In the eighth grid, the name of this magic appeared: Blast Evil Skill.
'Just as I thought!'
Without hesitation, Zhao Lin dodged and retreated rapidly. He didn't know the details of this magic, but the "Blast" in its name told him he absolutely couldn't meet it head-on.
"You broke my Array, and now you think you can escape?"
