After that, he gradually slowed down and moved to the back of the group.
He flicked his fingers, releasing strands of Black Dragon Flame to lurk around, ready for use at a critical moment.
Having done this, he then followed the others towards the interior of the cave.
By the time he arrived, the battle had already ended.
Yielding to the prowess of Yu Qingcheng, such a top Heavenly Pride, slaughtering the Bat King was accomplished swiftly.
The Bat King, over a dozen zhang in length, lay split in two, sprawled in a pool of blood.
And Yu Qingcheng stood unsullied, like a fairy, apparently having expended minimal effort in the battle.
Truly befitting the status of a top Heavenly Pride from a Six-star Middle Sect, Lin Xuan inwardly marveled,
For the Bat King seemingly possessed the power of the Late Stage of Spirit Communication Realm from its aura.
Coupled with the bloodline of an Ancient Demon Beast, it should have easily slain martial artists of the same rank.