Crisis Town, 1183

“Golden Stream!”

In the sky of the wilderness, Wang Xian waved his arm and a ray of Scarlet Golden Light shot towards Ling Zilin.

The Ray of light was extremely beautiful and didn’t seem to have any lethality.

“Awoo!”

However, Ling Zilin let out a miserable cry from the side.

At this moment, Ling Zilin’s entire body was in an extremely miserable state. There wasn’t a single part of him that was fine.

He could neither escape nor defeat him. Ling Zilin had completely become a tempering stone for Wang Xian. A series of combination skills were launched at Ling Zilin.

“It’s about time!”

Wang Xian’s eyes flickered as a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.

“Roar!”

Ling Zilin was floating in the sky in front of him. He stared coldly at Wang Xian as he breathed heavily.

Even though it was heavily injured, the spirit Zilin still looked extremely ferocious.

“Oh? That’s right!”