The entrance to the canyon grew ever closer.
The rapid sound of hooves soon attracted the attention of the Lin Family clansmen engaged in intense battle.
Before they could react, they saw a white figure flash by in front of their eyes.
A rider on a chestnut steed charged into the pack of demon spirits.
These creatures, black all over and covered in what looked like sludge, hardly had time to make out who was coming at them before a red light flashed, tracing an alluring red trajectory with its intricate continuations.
Squelch, squelch!
The horse reared up, and in an instant, all the black humanoid demon spirits around it stiffened, unmoving, after being crossed by that red light.
With a series of wet thuds, a swath of them fell to the ground.
Lin Xin rode, Red Flower Sword in hand, his expression icy cool. He turned his steed around and charged towards the large demon spirit fighting the branch Family Head.