Tian Mingzi's expression looked rather grim.
He had originally thought that, with Xiao Lin fighting while "injured," the advantage would surely be his.
Yet after this exchange, he was the one who had fallen behind!
"Cough, cough... This is my final warning. If your Heavenly Nether Sect withdraws now, my Myriad Formation Spirit Palace can let this go..."
Xiao Lin continued coughing as he spoke.
And the Heavenly Nether Sect noticed that Xiao Lin's voice seemed a little weaker than before.
"Heh, you clearly have the upper hand, yet you're willing to let this go. You really are at the end of your rope, aren't you?"
Tian Mingzi, who had still harbored doubts about Xiao Lin's condition, once again brimmed with confidence.
He's just forcing himself to hold on. That has to be it!
He fell for it. He really fell for it!
Both men were delighted.
"Then I'll show you whether I'm at the end of my rope!"
Xiao Lin pretended that Tian Mingzi had seen through him. Gritting his teeth, he seemed to make his aura grow several degrees stronger.
But in Tian Mingzi's eyes, this only became further proof that he was bluffing.
"Spear Suppresses Nine Nether!"
Tian Mingzi struck again.
Buzzz...
He tightened his grip on his blood-colored spear, then stirred the space above his head.
At that moment, it was as though the gates of the underworld had opened.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Countless pitch-black Ghost-Soul Spear Shadows descended from the sky, falling like raindrops.
It was no exaggeration to say that every one of these Ghost-Soul Spear Shadows could take the life of an ordinary Dou Zun expert!
Even a Dou Venerable above nine stars probably could not withstand attacks from more than a few of those spear shadows.
Yet faced with this dense barrage,