Lin Xin reached out and drew his sword, striking like lightning, slashing out three hundred and eighty-six times in an instant.
The three of them clashed in the Polar Region like a violent storm.
The dense crackling sounds continued to fly about with the sparks of explosions.
Hiss.....
Lin Xin spun like a top, his form slightly blurred, creating friction like a grinding wheel between himself and the two opponents, igniting large amounts of purple and gold sparks.
Thump!
Suddenly, the Demon Venerable's brow shone with an intense purple light, vibrating like a heartbeat.
Lin Xin's movements halted for a moment, struck in the chest by the purple light.
Boom!!
A ring of transparent ripples spread out in the Polar Region.
Lin Xin stood in place, stopping dead, with the purple light striking his chest, burning a dark mark that didn't penetrate even his skin. However, it completely immobilized him.