One sword strike followed another.
Amid the countless scarlet sword shadows was an invisible tearing force. With both swords attacking at full power, Lin An moved like a merciless pile driver, directly grinding the god hiding inside the armor beneath his assault.
Accompanied by one ear-piercing blast after another, the god hiding inside the armor could only hurriedly gather a gray shield and struggle to withstand Lin An's attacks.
"Boom, boom, boom! Boom!"
It was practically a massacre. Every sword strike sent the Gray Ball shaking.
"Stop!"
"Blasphemer!"
"Enough!"
"Stop it!"
"Ahhh!!!"
Hiding inside the armor, the god resentfully maintained the protective shield and could only helplessly endure Lin An's attacks. Under the repeated, terrifying slashes, he felt as if even his will was about to split apart.
Resentment. Fury.
No matter what he said, Lin An outside seemed unable to hear him, completely ignoring him.
Sword strike after sword strike continued to fall, as if Lin An intended to wear him down to death.
Following behind Lin An, Zhang Tie had just stepped into the wrecked temple when he clicked his tongue and stared at Lin An, who kept attacking.
Listening to those resentful roars, Zhang Tie had no idea what was happening, but he actually began to feel sorry for the fellow inside the Gray Ball.
Good grief. If its defenses were just a little weaker, Team Leader Lin would probably have chopped it into meat paste by now.
At the rear, Mo Ling also cast a curious look toward the Gray Ball and could not help asking:
"Is the Evil God the one inside the ball?"
As she spoke, Little Mo Ling also directed the Zombies who had followed them to gobble down the cultists who were still reviving.
Thirty seconds later.
Perhaps he had been beaten