Two Hundred Years, the Demons' Death, a Turnaround

Tighten the defensive lines.

Focus on training the young.

At the same time, Lu Lin seemed to go mad, striking out in every direction.

One demon after another fell at Lu Lin's hands.

During this process, a glimmer of understanding also dawned on Lu Lin.

He felt that Venerable Fire King had not sent this tribulation his way after he completed his task without reason.

On the contrary, Venerable Fire King might have wanted Lu Lin to take part in the battle against the demons.

What exactly was Venerable Fire King's purpose?

Lu Lin didn't know.

But the demons' fighting styles had taught him a great deal.

Martial Artists and Psychics, it turned out, weren't incompatible.

With a wave of the hand, one could also control weapons to slay enemies.

One could also unleash all kinds of elemental attacks, scorching foes with raging flames or sealing them in ice.

One could even conjure illusions in battle, making an enemy lose focus for an instant and seizing that moment to win.

One could even carve Formation patterns onto one's body to bolster one's foundation, springing a surprise on an opponent at a crucial moment or under special circumstances.

Martial Artists.

Psychics.

These two professions were almost entirely separate in the universe.

Even geniuses like Lu Lin and Kui trained in them separately.

Neither had ever thought of merging the two combat styles.

Lu Lin had a vague feeling.

This trial wouldn't end simply by completing the assessment.

The invasion of the demons was, in truth, a reward Venerable Fire King had given the Martial Artists taking part in the assessment.

Once he understood this, Lu Lin no longer felt the need to leave this world in a hurry.

He felt as if he had glimpsed a wholly different path of martial