Mad Demon III

A swarm of monsters stretched like pulled noodles, spinning as they shrank smaller and smaller through the void. At last, they formed an enormous funnel of flesh and blood, like a blooming flower of gore, and drilled into the rotating black hole in Lin Xin's chest.

Puff puff puff puff...

Countless Void Demon Spirits in the distance exploded one after another, blossoming into flowers of blood mist. In an instant, over a million demon spirits were drawn into the flesh-and-blood tornado and flew toward Lin Xin.

Endless demon spirits were twisted, stretched, and compressed into a gust of wind, swallowed by the black hole.

"Sun Snatcher Divine Lord!?"

A colossal shadow thousands of meters tall abruptly emerged from the Void Demon Spirit camp. It was a long-haired man clad in black armor, with four horns growing from his head.

The newcomer was astonishingly Jiao Ning, the master of the Heavenly Soul Hall of the Soul Sect whom Lin Xin had encountered before—the very being who had impersonated the Nine Hells Heavenly Venerable and fought him back then.

"You actually dared to show yourself alone!?"

The moment Jiao Ning saw Lin Xin, fury surged into his head. After his avatar had been slain in their previous battle, he had expended immense resources merely to recover from his injuries, barely reaching the point where he could return to battle.

Now that they met again, enemies met with eyes blazing red.

"Jiao Ning?"

Lin Xin smiled strangely.

"Did you come here to die again?"

Jiao Ning clearly sensed that something was wrong with Lin Xin, yet he could not say exactly what it was.

But the battle situation had been affected too severely. He had no time to think further and pointed at the increasingly powerful devouring tornado.

"Sever Soul!"

The tornado trembled