"Hum-"
While Lin Ke was surprised, in midair, that light screen capable of displaying outside conditions reappeared once more, showing him the external situation.
At this moment, the giant fish seemed to be located at the edge of this lake-bottom cave, looking outward.
Not far outside the cave, meanwhile, two figures were engaged in a fierce battle.
"They are..."
Although the external environment was dim, Lin Ke still managed to make out the appearance of the two people dueling.
One person was slender, holding a bone flute, and looked graceful and dashing; he was one of the Top Ten heaven's chosen of the Cloud Ink Sect.
Luo Yichuan.
Only, at this moment his hair crown was slightly askew, a few strands of ink-black hair hung down his forehead, and his moon-white robe was already stained with spots of bright crimson.
The bone flute in his hand swept out streams of clear radiance, transforming either into sound blades or into a protective barrier, attempting to block the other person's attack.
Yet he seemed to be at the end of his tether.
Whether in attack or defense, his methods held no advantage whatsoever amidst the other person's onslaught.
They were directly dismantled inch by inch by the other person.
The other person was a tall man with a cold expression.
Feng Jinyan.
The aura around his entire body was as biting as the dead of winter, and a huge fierce tiger phantom condensed behind him, charging and pouncing at Luo Yichuan along with his strikes.
A pair of sharp claws carried an intimidating might, and Luo Yichuan was beaten back step by step, leaving him utterly without room to counterattack.
His gaze was cold and gloomy, his aura chillingly frosty like ice.
"To think this could happen..."
Luo Yichuan narrowly dodged a