Lin Xin's fourteen white wings gave a fierce tremble, producing terrifying propulsion. Borrowing the momentum, he swung the Sword of Joy with immense power, striking hard at Fang Yu's waist.
The absolute cause-and-effect isolation of Primordial Self-Reliance Ning'an Technique was instantly shattered by more than half.
The Sword of Joy attempted to thrust forward but was caught by Fang Yu's palm.
"Return to Origin!!"
With his other hand, he drew a silver short blade and slashed it toward Lin Xin's forehead.
Lin Xin raised his hand to block.
Puff.
The short blade cut into his palm, quickly releasing a terrifying suction. The intricate patterns engraved on the blade started twisting and jumping violently.
Lin Xin sharply felt some immense force attempting to pull him into a confined space to imprison him.
"It's useless."
He spoke in a deep voice.
Countless purifying white lights exploded directly from his body, instantly dispelling all forces and fields acting upon him.
