After this battle, Lin Cheng's strength had reached the peak of the Immortality realm.
He was not far from the next realm.
At this moment, the Blackwater Palace Master was like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams, having completely lost the will to resist. Like a corpse, he lay silently in the void without uttering a word.
Not far away, seeing that the battle had ended, the silver-haired old man also hurried over.
He stared coldly at the Blackwater Palace Master in the distance, his eyes brimming with intense hatred and killing intent... This fellow had been able to refine his master into an avatar. Most likely, he had ultimately launched a sneak attack and erased the last trace of his master's life imprint.
Otherwise, his master, Daoist Tianmang, might have had a chance to survive.
But now, there was no hope left at all.
Even the corpse was gone.
Everything had vanished like smoke and scattered like clouds.
"...Tian Mo, you old thief, what else do you have to say!?" the silver-haired old man said icily.
After a brief silence.
The Blackwater Palace Master's aura suddenly fluctuated violently. The silver-haired old man became alert, but in the next second, he discovered that the other man's body had begun to tremble violently, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Strands of intense destructive aura continuously radiated from his body.
The Blackwater Palace Master's life aura grew weaker and weaker, while another aura that had originally been inconspicuous rapidly flourished.
"Hmm?"
Lin Cheng's gaze narrowed slightly as he sensed this.
What was going on?
The silver-haired old man wore a wary expression, equally baffled.
"Tian Mo, you old thief, stop playing tricks! You can't escape anymore!" the silver-haired old man shouted angrily.
Yet the Blackwater Palace Master showed