The Book of Wither was, in essence, nothing more than a device that released an eerie gas, causing the spiritual energy within its opponent to wither away.
No matter how one looked at it, it was merely a poisonous gas.
But Ye Tian was immune to all poisons. Such poison gas could not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing that things were going badly, Lin Xin immediately released a cloud of black mist.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no fear of running out of firewood. If he fell here, that would truly be depressing.
Yet Ye Tian would never give him such an opportunity. He drew the Immortal Suppressing Sword and broke through the black mist like a phantom.
With the Demon Venerable Eye, Ye Tian regarded the black mist as if it were nothing.
"Enough!" Lin Xin gritted his teeth, then frantically hurled all kinds of objects behind him, hoping to stop Ye Tian. But Ye Tian was not someone who would stop after such a setback.
Most of the objects Lin Xin threw were merely things meant to obstruct one's path and could not cause much harm.
Ye Tian cut through them one by one. Protected by the Wind Spirit Stone, his speed suddenly surged!
"Damn it!" Lin Xin frantically activated his Divine Art, yet no matter what he did, he could not shake off Ye Tian's pursuit.
If this continued, Ye Tian would catch up to him. If they reached the city, matters would only become worse.
Lin Xin suddenly turned around, then gave a wicked smile. In an instant, he arrived behind Ye Tian.
Though Ye Tian had already sensed something, he still could not avoid being wounded.
With a release of Lin Xin's hand, an arrow shot straight toward Ye