"Zhong Lin, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish, prepare to die!"
Standing within the great array, Zhong Lin felt as if this array had cut off his connection with heaven and earth, and an endless weight pressed down on every inch of his body.
Moreover, this oppressive force kept growing stronger. In just a few moments, Zhong Lin felt as if he was bearing the weight of a mountain.
"Die!"
Just as Zhong Lin frowned, a sword light pierced through the starlight towards him.
Bang!
Zhong Lin's eyes moved slightly, his hand seemingly slow yet fast, angled up to block this sword light.
Although he blocked it, Zhong Lin's brow furrowed tightly.
Under the starlight, his whole body felt suppressed. Not only was the circulation of Spiritual Origin in his Dantian sluggish, but his physical body also felt like it was carrying a giant mountain, requiring great effort for any movement.
"Hahaha, Zhong Lin, have you figured out how you want to die?"
