His gaze landed on Lin Shiyuan, who at the moment still wore a cold expression, yet there was now a hint of light in his eyes.
Previously, he solely used slaughter to numb himself, but now, he was clear that soon, Lin Shiming would grant him an opportunity for revenge.
Naturally, he was extremely focused on this.
He wore a wind robe with a Third Rank Superior Grade Iron Forest Sword in his hand.
Practicing the Jiuyou Profound Wind Scripture, his True Yuan was also unimaginably robust. On the battlefield, he constantly dodged and weaved, delivering fatal strikes to the Demonic Beasts from behind.
Lin Shiming even thought of mundane assassins.
Lin Shiyuan was exactly such a figure.
He never engaged in direct and tough battles.
The ones he had slain included Third Rank Mid-Stage Demonic Beasts, and even some injured Third Rank Late-Stage Demonic Beasts.
Seemingly sensing Lin Shiming's gaze, the determination in the other's eyes hardened further.
He wanted to prove himself!