Nether River and Dragon I

He did not randomly add any attribute points.

Lin Xin merely fixed his gaze on Evasion.

Evasion: 81. It blurred slightly, then directly jumped to 82.

The number settled, seeming to show no unusual change.

"Could my premonition have been wrong?"

Lin Xin was puzzled and was about to continue raising his other attributes.

Crack...

Suddenly, he seemed to hear some inexplicable bursting sound. It vaguely came from his face.

He reached up and touched his cheek. His hand came away slick, as though liquid were flowing out. Waves of pain also spread through his skin.

"What is this...?!"

He immediately waved a hand, scattering a sheet of icy snow Dao intent and condensing it into an ice crystal mirror.

The mirror reflected his current face.

"What is going on?!!"

To his horror, his entire face was covered in blood-red wounds. They were cracks like magma splitting open beneath rock, blood slowly seeping out. The surrounding air was also filled with a scorching heat.

His head began to hurt more and more, as if something inside were constantly trying to force its way out.

Blood-red cracks covered his entire head, as though it were about to explode.

"No..."

His vision suddenly turned red.

Pff!!

Inside the hall, Lin Xin's entire head abruptly exploded, turning into a spray of blood and pulp that splattered across the ground.

His remaining body swayed a few times, yet somehow did not fall.

Huff...

Opening his eyes, Lin Xin vigorously felt his head.

"I'm fine... Was that an illusion?"

He had not experienced an illusion in who knew how long. Yet now, it had unexpectedly returned.

He condensed another ice mirror. There was not the slightest trace on the face in the mirror, not even a single wound.

But clearly, he could sense that some