Lin Hao moved. He rose to his full height, standing proudly in the void.
Without a word, his eyes were calm.
The wounds on his upper body were horrific, bleeding ceaselessly.
But his gaze was as cold as a blade.
This stark contrast sent a chill through the hearts of the three men and one beast.
It was as if they were looking at a Demon God!
Oppressive.
Utterly oppressive!
Lin Hao's cultivation was at the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he was gravely injured, yet the three men and one beast felt immense pressure, even though they were in the Sealed Martial Realm.
"Damn it!"
Jiao Yuanwu was the first to fly into a rage.
He took it as an insult.
Almost at the same time, the eyes of the other Martial Artists turned cold.
Then, the four of them attacked again.
Their target was still Lin Hao's head.
They were going for the killing blow.
