Yang Lin only felt sweetness at his heart, and a mouthful of fresh blood had already sprayed out.
He wobbled unsteadily, staggering backward.
"Vajra Finger."
He extended a finger, pointing directly at Luo Yao's chest.
As the finger jabbed forward, a golden Sword Light instantly formed.
This golden Sword Light, fierce and sharp, charged straight for Luo Yao's chest.
But as the golden Sword Light took shape, Luo Yao's figure had already appeared beside Yang Lin.
"Do you think you might be underestimating me?"
"Daring to counterattack under these circumstances?"
He looked at Yang Lin, his lips curling into a slight smile.
Then, he reached out and grasped Yang Lin's wrist.
Yang Lin's face twitched slightly, wanting to retreat, but he found that his wrist had already been caught by Luo Yao.
He tried to break free but discovered he could not escape.
"How can this be?"
A sense of dread rose in Yang Lin's heart.
