Pang Shiyin's gaze fell upon the azure lotus, and an inexplicable unease surfaced in his heart.
"What kind of technique is this?"
Pang Shiyin's pupils suddenly contracted.
The violent aura emanating from the azure lotus made him feel a deep chill, a sense of irresistibility looming.
In contrast, Lin Yuan's eyes were completely indifferent.
If Lingyuan doesn't take action, what awaits Pang Shiyin is inevitably death.
Lin Yuan's right palm struck out forcefully.
Boom.
The azure lotus suddenly erupted with terrifying power.
Pang Shiyin's proud technique, the Luo Smoke Movement Technique, was like snow meeting the glaring sun before the power of the azure lotus, instantly vanishing.
As the five-colored light curtain disappeared, Pang Shiyin's true form appeared abruptly.
His face was now filled with dread, his internal energy disrupted by the powerful attack of the azure lotus, turning into countless chaotic streams wreaking havoc inside him.
