288 They Say You Come From Hell?

A murderous aura emanated from Huo Chen. Directly beneath him, outside of the ring, the once green grass withered to brown, all their life forces extinguished.

His saber tilted slightly towards Wang Lin, like a tiger waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting prey. Black arrow-like auras shot straight towards Wang Lin, each one a deadly messenger in itself.

Wang Lin stood his ground calmly, magical aura surrounding him like loyal sentries. In a flash, he had entered the Destructive Stage of the River of Styx!

This was unseen power. A hidden card up his sleeve. The aura around him turned from light to dark, yellow to black, as though Hades himself had appeared.

The aura from Huo Chen vanished upon nearing Wang Lin, like fine sand gently seeping into the vast ocean, disappearing without a trace.

"The power to vanquish?" Huo Chen's expression took a complete turn, as though he had fought through fire and water to escape hell, and Wang Lin was the Devil himself.