Zhao Yixin, had died unexpectedly!
Lin Tian watched from a distance as the woman enveloped in a black mist charged into the group of assassins and began to slaughter indiscriminately.
The fire-element cultivator from Japan backed away cautiously, his face showing shock; he also did not understand what the hell was going on.
Watching this scene from afar, Lin Tian's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling, and his fists clenched tightly, creaking as his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.
Just moments before, he had confidently sworn to Xu Ping that he would rescue Zhao Yixin!
But now, Zhao Yixin had already become a living dead!
A walking corpse controlled by some bizarre black substance!
Lin Tian's cold eyes slowly turned bloodshot, filled with endless rage.
Just now, the black substance inside Zhao Yixin had suddenly erupted, most likely because of the fire unleashed by the Japanese cultivator.