Just as Lin Xing's fighting spirit responded to his opponent, a dazzling blood light had enveloped the entire battlefield unknowingly.
Little Lin Xing slightly shifted his gaze and noticed the dim blood light had already surrounded the entire battlefield.
It was during the process of repeatedly shattering the opponent's bodies, those shattered bodies scattered around unknowingly.
Indistinctly, it seemed like a giant hand, cradling him in its palm.
"What is this…"
Ideas began to form in Little Lin Xing's mind, but his thoughts, filled with killing intent, fighting spirit, and hatred, suppressed them, and his furious emotions continuously propelled his power, urging him to keep killing! To keep fighting!
The sword light continued to flash with Little Lin Xing's movements, completely shattering more and more bodies.
Crazy anger whipped up countless beams of light attacking everywhere.
"Aren't you trying to defeat me?"