"Oh?" Lin Xin was somewhat surprised as he watched Hua Yu Nu charge madly against the barrier again and again.
"Useless..."
His gaze sharpened, and he bent slightly at the waist.
Great masses of flame gathered onto the Red Flower Sword in his hand. The entire blade abruptly ignited with black-red fire, countless flickering black-red tongues of flame boiling and churning like a lion's mane.
The red formation patterns on Lin Xin's body and sword all began to glow faintly at once.
"Red Flower Sword Dao..."
He held the sword in one hand while a black-red fire lotus suddenly ignited in his other palm.
"Qilin!!"
Roooar!!!
An incomparably violent beastly roar suddenly rang out.
A huge mass of black-red flame violently burst forth from Lin Xin's body. As the firelight scraped through the air, it produced an ear-splitting shriek; all the chaotic echoes blended together, forming an exceptionally deep and majestic howl.
The flames surged out, vaguely taking the shape of a massive beast's head charging wildly halfway through.
At that moment, Hua Yu Nu finally broke through the rune wall's blockade. The platinum dragon shape roared and charged frantically toward the black fire.
Boom!!
Platinum and black-red collided violently, and a blinding white light erupted between them.
Lin Xin raised a hand to shield his eyes. Only after the white light gradually dimmed did he lower his hand.
Clusters of black-red flames splashed down all around—into the Water Pool, onto the rocks, by the edge of the woods. The black fire scattered everywhere like flying sparks.
Even Lin Xin himself had not anticipated such a change.
There was no longer any trace of Hua Yu Nu where he had been. Only some tiny golden scales remained behind.
"Dead? Or escaped?" Lin Xin walked over to where the remnants lay.