The young man gave a sinister laugh, his long sword like a rainbow, erupting with a dazzling light that tore through the darkness and slashed towards Lin Xuan.
This was the Sixth-tier Muculation strike of Yi Dao, filled with overwhelming Spiritual Power, that wrapped around the blade, forming a tangible Sword Light.
"Die!" The young man's face contorted ferociously.
"Damn it, be careful!" Tang Yu couldn't stop him in time and could only use all her strength to warn Lin Xuan.
Members of the Blood-colored Mercenary Group, seeing this scene, also showed expressions of tragic determination. Du Ping let out a long howl, shaking off the Sixth Rank Spirit Warrior he was battling.
"Brother Lin, dodge quickly!"
"Hmph, a Fourth Rank Spirit Warrior, how could he dodge? The Young Captain is a genuine Sixth Rank Spirit Warrior, Du Ping, you're too naive, and the next one to die will be from your Blood-colored Mercenary Group!"