Worthy of the Sun Moon Empire's elite—they remained calm in the face of danger and instantly set up defenses to stop Ji Lin. It seemed that although the Sun Moon Empire had not left many Soul Engineers or troops stationed in the Ming Dou Mountain Range this time, every one of them was an elite. They were using quality to make up for their lack of numbers.
The defending Soul Engineer was tense, while his comrades were rapidly closing in on him. At most, three seconds. As long as he could withstand one strike from Ji Lin, his comrades would arrive.
Three seconds! He only needed three seconds!
This Rank 6 Soul Engineer was very confident. Judging by the fluctuations of Soul Power, his opponent was only a Soul Saint. He might not be a match for him, but if he defended with all his strength, surely he would not be killed in a single blow! This was his ten-thousand-year defensive Soul Skill.
His judgment was actually accurate. An ordinary Soul Saint indeed could not kill him in one strike. But was Ji Lin an ordinary Soul Saint?
A red streak of sword light flashed before him, slicing through the air. Then, a crimson blur swept past him at high speed.
He was still desperately swinging the twin blades in his hands, but suddenly, he felt a chill run through his body. Everything seemed to have changed. His previously fluid movements seemed to encounter resistance, and the feeling of having everything under control seemed to vanish.
What is this...?
He froze for a moment. Then, darkness fell over his vision, and his body plummeted uncontrollably from the sky. It's so dark! Why can't I see anything...?
Having cut down his opponent with one sword strike, Ji Lin moved like lightning