Gu Jianlin's hands holding the Qilin Wedge paused slightly.
At this moment, however, Rhein's eyes suddenly changed, and he leaped down from the cabin, the sound of the Iron Sword breaking through the air like rolling thunder, golden arcs bursting forth like lightning slicing through the darkness.
He must be faster, to the extreme.
Otherwise, something unimaginable might happen!
As the Vice President of the Ether Association, he clearly only slashed once, yet the Sword Qi howled like a hurricane, about to engulf the young man attempting to pierce his own heart with a sword.
At this moment, a black shadow descended from the sky, unleashing a thunderous roar!
It was a burly and robust man, wearing a black coat, wielding a rough, blue sword, perfectly blocking the howling Sword Qi, a chilling coldness spreading out.
Rhein's pupils suddenly expanded, the arcs on the Iron Sword burst forth but couldn't advance.
Because they were devoured by the howling chill.
"Lin Dong!"
