Then, the blood and vitality he had kept restrained erupted all at once.
The surging blood energy of the Dragonlike Realm was no longer concealed, its crushing presence rolling out in all directions.
The bandits' encirclement, which had already been set, fell into instant disarray. The three Mountain-Sinking Realm fighters were the first to change expression, their feet unconsciously shifting half a step back.
The Tidal Surge Realm fodder behind them fared even worse. The weapons in their hands trembled twice.
The leader gripped his huge axe, and sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.
Dragonlike Realm. And his aura was even thicker than the leader's. He had only felt such pressure from the guard commander of the Flamewaste Tribe.
Only four words remained in his mind. He had kicked an iron plate.
But Lin Yi gave him no time to react.
The martial skill Flowing Light activated, and his entire body became a phantom almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. In one step, he crossed twenty feet and appeared directly before the leader. The man's pupils contracted sharply, his huge axe only halfway raised.
Lin Yi reached out with his right hand, spread his five fingers, and seized the other man's head. The force of 210,000 jin drove his head straight into the ground.
Boom!
The leader's head was smashed forcefully into the earth.
Dirt and rocks exploded. Centered on his skull, several cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.
His upper body was embedded in the mud, his limbs twitching once before he fell silent on the spot.
Lin Yi shook the gore from his hand and frowned at his palm. "Ugh, disgusting. I can't do it like this next time."
Dead silence filled the surroundings.
The Mountain-Sinking Realm bandits stood stunned for two breaths, then seemed to