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Swish!
The next moment, the black ink suddenly turned into a mist of darkness and disappeared without a trace.
"What is this thing?"
Wang Linger frowned in confusion as she asked.
The middle-aged man's eyes instantly became icy and piercing, and he sneered, "So, a master after all."
Before he could make his move, Feng Lin had already grabbed Wang Linger's arm.
"Let's go!"
Guzhe, with their variety of strange and unique combat methods, were generally unmatched by ancient martial artists of the same level.
Not to mention that the opponent was in the Transformation Realm, while Wang Linger was merely at the Dark Energy Peak.
"Who are you underestimating?"
Far from fleeing, Wang Linger even shook off Feng Lin's hand and took the initiative to strike towards the middle-aged man.
Feng Lin sighed helplessly and could only stop and watch the fight unfolding before him.
"Hmph!"
The middle-aged man suddenly extended his fist and threw a punch at Wang Linger.