Amid the chaos, the tower was smashed apart, and a five-meter-tall Werewolf looked toward Cai Tianming through the scattered light, his gaze so cold and sinister that it sent a chill through anyone who saw it.
Cai Tianming looked at him as well. "Xiao Lin!"
In Xiao Lin's eyes, the greatest threat was still the 450,000 soldiers of the New Shenzhou Army. Everyone had thought he would attack Wumeng City overnight, never expecting him to join Yue Qingqing in a pincer attack on Cai Tianming first.
Cai Tianming knew his own limitations: as a lone Transcendent Master, he was no match for Xiao Lin. So the moment Xiao Lin set his sights on him, he prepared himself to die.
Their battle was on the verge of erupting. With Xiao Lin being a Saint, the outcome was easy enough to imagine. How could a Transcendent Master like Cai Tianming contend with him? They exchanged only one move.
Cai Tianming had just condensed a Wind Blade and sent a Flying Dragon Slash at Xiao Lin when the Wind Blade shattered. The force of Xiao Lin's punch instantly crushed it, then blasted Cai Tianming away like a storm sweeping through rotten wood. In the end, Cai Tianming slammed heavily into the ground. The earth around him was compressed, leaving an enormous fist-shaped crater. Inside it, Cai Tianming coughed up blood, his bones letting out agonized creaks as though his entire skeleton were falling apart.
Enduring the excruciating pain, he took a long time to climb out. Xiao Lin was already approaching him step by step. Soldiers of the New Shenzhou Army surged forward to save Cai Tianming, only for Xiao Lin to blast them all apart with a few punches.
Was such terrifying strength truly invincible?
In any case, the Transcendent Master Cai