Lin Xing sighed inwardly and then steered the fire dragon toward the Taiqing Sect disciples, engulfing each one in rolling flames, turning them into flaming torches.
At that moment, three familiar figures broke through the darkness and arrived at Lin Xing's location.
Li Zhao's eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at Lin Xing, "You thief! Did you steal our Evil Sect's relic?!"
Lin Xing responded indifferently, "That's merely the compensation you owe me."
Li Zhao roared, "Then today you'll pay with your life!"
A command came coldly from the woman in white, "Don't kill him, capture him alive."
The three from the Evil-cutting Sect acknowledged the order, their hostility toward Lin Xing palpable, and they immediately engaged in fierce combat.
Li Zhao's body was surrounded by storms and thunder, circling around Lin Xing, looking for an opportunity to increase Lin Xing's psychological pressure.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yuan tried to extinguish the fire by spitting out water.