"So you're the outsider who's been stirring up storms in the Nine Netherworlds Abyss these past few months?"
Facing three enemies at once, Yan Lin had initially looked grave, as though confronting a formidable foe.
But once he saw through Lin Mo's cultivation, he gave a contemptuous snort.
"You killed over three hundred Soul Slaves in just a few months. I thought you must be someone impressive."
"Turns out you're nothing but a wet-behind-the-ears brat in the Golden Core Realm."
"Clearly, you only managed to kill those three hundred-odd Soul Slaves because these two traitors helped you."
"I'll burn you to ashes first, then take my time dealing with the traitors."
"Evil Soul Torch!"
With an angry shout, Yan Lin flicked his hand and summoned a Magical Artifact from inside his robes.
His artifact was a torch carved from ghastly white bones. A spectral purple flame burned at its tip, radiating a dense Evil Spirit aura.
Feng Xu and Mo Qing immediately looked tense. "Fellow Daoist Lin, watch out!"
"The Evil Soul Torch in Yan Lin's hand is an Evil Spirit artifact bestowed on him by the Nine Bone Nether Venerable. Its power is terrifying."
"Anyone touched by its evil flames will have their flesh burned away and their soul scorched. Even Spirit Transformation cultivators can hardly withstand it."
"Don't worry!"
Lin Mo grinned confidently. "Neither of you needs to lift a finger. Leave this to me!"
Seeing Lin Mo charge fearlessly toward him with the Divine Wood Mystic Gourd Sword in hand, Yan Lin felt utterly belittled.
Anger instantly spread across Yan Lin's face.
"You ignorant brat, you're courting death!"
"Evil Soul Torch, ignite!"
Yan Lin raised the Evil Soul Torch and blew a breath at its blazing spectral purple flame.
The flame hovering above the torch instantly swelled