"Thunder Fire Spell!"
As soon as the Guild Master appeared, a mass of low dark clouds suddenly gathered in the distant sky. Lightning flashed within the clouds, and it appeared red, like red-hot iron.
Thunder light descended like pillars, and Heavenly Fire fell like meteors.
"Thousand Shadows Light Sword."
Lin Mo immediately halted, the Xuanyuan Sword beneath his feet transformed into thousands of Light and Shadow Swords to resist the falling thunder and Heavenly Fire.
"The Eastern mystical arts are truly powerful."
The Guild Master paused and said indifferently, "But your strength is still a level below mine, prepare to die."
"To kill me, let's see if you have the skill." Lin Mo snorted coldly.
He swung a palm towards the Guild Master, the air quivered, and space seemed on the verge of tearing apart.
"It's useless, the gap between our strengths is too great." The Guild Master shook his head.
