Two black rivers, reeking with a dense stench of blood and a cold, yin chill, surged roaring toward Lu Lin like two revived ancient pythons.
A low dragon's chant was faintly hidden in one river, while a tiger's roar that shook the heavens came from the other. Their auras intertwined and resonated, forming a strange combined assault whose power far surpassed a simple addition of force!
Lu Lin knew perfectly well that meeting two mid-stage Golden Core cultivators in peak condition head-on was not a wise choice.
His body twisted in the air like a swimming dragon. Thunder exploded beneath his feet, and in an instant he turned into a crooked bolt of lightning, trying to break out through a weaker point at the side and leave the battlefield.
He had already stirred the martial dao's fortune. This was no place to linger.
The longer he dragged this out, the more likely it was that other Golden Core cultivators who sensed the fluctuation of fortune would be drawn over. When that time came, his situation would only become even more perilous.
"Martial Sin! Where do you think you're going!"
Seeing that Lu Lin intended to retreat, Tiger Shadow Daoist let out a thunderous shout.
Splash, splash—!
The Black Banner in his hand was shaken madly. The banner's surface expanded sharply, spreading out swiftly like spilled ink, actually covering half the sky so tightly that it cast down a vast shadow.
At the same time, Dragon Shadow Daoist on the other side cooperated in perfect tacit understanding, shaking his Black Banner and shrouding the other half of heaven and earth.
In an instant, above and below Lu Lin, to his left and right, in every direction, there were only pitch-black banner surfaces that moved without wind and snapped loudly, like a