Chapter 662

The Black-Robed Man bared his fangs in a sinister grin and said, "Heh heh, I finally killed you. You little bastard, you're still far too inexperienced to fight Laozi."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked Lin Yang's corpse before leaping into the surging river.

In the blink of an eye, his figure was completely swallowed by the waters.

Meanwhile, in another cave ten thousand meters away.

Boom...

Flames flared brilliantly as a Black-Clad Person was blasted away and slammed into the rock wall.

He clutched his chest and coughed several times, then spat out a mouthful of filthy blood. He looked utterly miserable.

That Black-Clad Person was none other than Lin Yang.

He was severely injured, barely hanging on by a single breath of true qi.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared furiously at the Qing Tian Ancient Vine across from him.

The Qing Tian Ancient Vine let out a string of sinister chuckles. "Little fellow, how was that?"

Lin Yang snorted coldly. "You old demon, don't get cocky. One day, I'll cut you into pieces."

"Hehe, that is, if you can leave here alive, you trash." The Qing Tian Ancient Vine mocked.

"Laozi will never admit defeat, and I definitely won't let you have your way." Lin Yang gritted his teeth, a trace of resolve surfacing in his eyes.

"Since you refuse to accept reality, then let's keep playing and see who can outlast whom." The Qing Tian Ancient Vine sneered.

"Fine. I'll accompany you to the end." Lin Yang's voice was low.

He knew perfectly well that he could not outlast this Qing Tian Ancient Vine. He had to escape as soon as possible.

Yet the surroundings were filled with scorching lakes of magma. Unless he could turn into a bird and fly away,