"What's going on?"
The expert from the Purple Dream Domain looked uncertain and suspicious.
Swish.
A series of terrifying attacks roared through spacetime toward Lin Yuan, arriving within mere meters of his body in an instant.
"Why hasn't the defensive formation appeared?"
The purple-haired woman froze slightly.
She had assumed Lin Yuan walked out so confidently because he was still within the defensive formation.
But now, their attacks were about to strike Lin Yuan, yet there wasn't the slightest trace of the formation's aura.
"Is this a clone of that Yu Yan?" The hunched old woman glanced at the Sky Burning Court and speculated in her heart, "Whether it's a clone or not, he's dead for sure."
Whoosh.
To Lin Yuan's right, a figure emerged—a gaunt man who extended his right hand to grab Lin Yuan.
The purple-haired woman, seeing this, immediately turned away.
