Lin Yi and Luo Jia were powerhouses of the same level. Trying to use a low-level skill to control the other's position was nearly impossible. Luo Jia's strength had been cultivated through genuine ability, and the Primordial Power he possessed was the real deal. Anyone who said he was weak was talking utter nonsense.
Thus, even Luo Jia himself had never imagined that Lin Yi could use a teleportation skill on him.
Under Luo Jia's incredulous gaze, the enormous phantom of a battle blade passed through his body.
Luo Zhen's condensed Primordial Power mercilessly tore through Luo Jia's defenses, leaving a glaring bloody gash across his body.
Feeling the pain, Luo Jia lowered his head to look at his chest, his face full of confusion and disbelief.
He could not understand what Luo Zhen was doing. Why had he struck so ruthlessly? Did he not care about the consequences at all?
Before he could figure out that Luo Zhen intended to kill two birds with one stone, the bloody gash on his body suddenly exploded.
Nearly half his body burst into a cloud of blood mist, and the life force within him began rapidly draining away along with the missing half of his body.
Looking at Luo Jia, whom he had crippled with a single strike, Luo Zhen revealed a complicated expression.
Instantly killing an opponent of the same level with one blow was enough for him to brag about until the end of his life.
Yet he was equally wretched at the moment. He staggered two steps forward but still failed to regain his balance. His legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees before the equally miserable Luo Jia.
"All right, everything should be over now. Thank you for helping me take care of him."
Lin Yi