Mo Ren Di, descending from the sky, passed through the gap Yi Lin and the others desperately created and reached out to press a hand toward the massive cocoon.
Fifty meters!
Forty meters!
Thirty meters!
Ten meters!
Mo Ren Di... he's arrived!
That palm strike seems unremarkable, but for some reason, when Yi Lin, Oda Mai, and Lu Hou watched Mo Ren Di's unstoppable figure charge forward, the character for "death" simultaneously surfaced in their minds.
A large character for "death."
Uh... it also seemed like the character for "vegetable."
Anyway.
As he was about to reach the giant cocoon, Yi Lin's gaze sharpened, and he tossed his twin guns to the side, freeing up his hands.
"Annihilation Grasp!"
"Misfortune Echo!"